Chapter 44

Sally was rendered speechless.

'Is this man addicted to me feeding him?'

In desperation, she cowered before carefully sitting down beside him and picked up the spoon and fork to feed him.

He ate slowly and elegantly, and Sally was indescribably miserable.

She was tired and hungry after all the hard work she had done at the nursing home today, and now she had to feed him as well.

However, she was his wife, and feeding him was no less an obligation.

In about twenty minutes, he finally finished his dinner.

After putting down the spoon and fork, Sally picked up the tissue and carefully wiped the corners of his mouth.

The outlines of his face looked cold and hard, but when you touched them, they were soft.

His skin seemed even better than hers. It was soothing to touch and was so comforting that her heart was racing as she brushed against it.

A while later, she put down her napkin and turned around to eat her dinner.

After a tired and hungry afternoon, she felt she could swallow