Healing my disabled husband novel Chapter 539

Chapter 539 Don't you taste

After Douglas left, Martha really went to sleep in the room.

Lying down on the bed, Martha was still in a daze.

It was as if what had happened today, or even in the past thirteen years, was so unreal.

For the past three years, Martha had been pursuing in the direction of Douglas.

She lived, even for Douglas.

In the past thirteen years, she crawled out of the quagmire in the first six years. After six months of psychotherapy, Martha had experienced repeated begging for death and being rescued, and suddenly set a goal to go to Douglas' side and assist him.

For this goal, Martha had lived an inhuman life for five full years, training herself to be an all-round secretary.

After going through a one-in-a-million selection, she won the final victory in many selections and became Douglas' secretary.

Of course, when she first became Douglas' secretary, Martha also experienced various hardships. In the first three years, because she was just a secretary, she was made things difficult on various occasions, whether it was being questioned professionally or in various situations in the workplace. This kind of harassment made Martha miserable.

Even though, from the moment she entered the workplace, she appeared in the eyes of everyone with a conservative and rigid image, but she still inevitably encountered all kinds of strange things.

It wasn't until the third year of work that she became the chief secretary next to Douglas because of her thunderous skills, and she avoided those worries.

However, in the past seven years, Martha had always been worried about what kind of situation she will face when she was exposed.

Martha had been worrying about this day since working for Douglas, from day one.

What she didn't expect was that when this day really came, it would be like this.

Martha was completely unexpected about the current situation.

She thought of a thousand possibilities, but it never occurred to her that Douglas would keep her.

Regarding the current situation, Martha was actually very confused. It was a wonderful feeling, as if she was already prepared to be hammered to death, but suddenly found that there was still a glimmer of life.

Martha even had some delusions that maybe she could be a little greedy and think that Douglas would not be so cruel to her.

Lying on the bed, Martha kept thinking if, as she thought, Douglas treated her...

Then she...

Martha shook her head quickly to shake off the messy thoughts.

She can't think like that.

Others can do it, but she can't.

She knew better than anyone that she was extremely lucky to be alive and to be by Douglas' side.

In the past seven years, she had had enough.

She can't be so greedy anymore.

But what to do? She really couldn't help it and couldn't control it.

Martha hated herself very much. God had already given her a favor, but she still thought it was not enough.

However, Martha couldn't control herself at all, and her thoughts unconsciously went to the direction she shouldn't be thinking.

Closing her eyes, Martha tried to make herself sleep.

Nevertheless, no matter how she persuaded herself, she didn't feel sleepy at all.

So, not knowing how long it took, Martha didn't fall asleep.

By the time she came to her senses, it was already dark.

Martha sat up from the bed, feeling a little unhappy in an instant.

Douglas just said he went out for a while, but he hadn't come back until now.

In an instant, Martha fell into a huge panic, inexplicably worried, thinking whether it was just an excuse to leave her behind.

Just thinking about it made Martha panic.

She pursed her lips, suppressed the ecstasy in her heart, let herself pretend not to notice, and got into the kitchen, pretending to be very busy.

As Douglas came in, he could smell the aroma of food.

He was a little surprised, walked in slowly, passed the dining room, and saw ten dishes on the table, most of which were main courses that required effort and made him stop involuntarily.

Douglas never knew that Martha had such a skill.

Without any reason, Douglas decided that all these dishes were made by Martha, and he never doubted for a moment that they would be bought by Martha from some restaurants.

Douglas stepped into the kitchen and saw Martha was wiping the stove with a rag in her hand.

This scene, in Douglas' past life, had never been imagined.

At this moment, Douglas actually had a feeling that this was home.

He approached Martha and stood beside her.

Martha seemed to realize that Douglas was back at this moment, put down the rag in her hand, and looked up at Douglas. Her voice was very soft, a gentleness she had never had before, "You are back. Just in time for dinner."

Douglas held Martha's hand, lifted it up to his eyes and checked her wound. After confirming that there was nothing wrong with it, he said, "Why do you cook so many dishes when you're injured?"

When Martha's eyes fell on her finger, she smiled lightly and said, "I'm fine, and it doesn't hurt."

Douglas frowned when he heard this, and said, "Didn't I tell you not to touch water? Are you just taking my words as nothing?"

Martha immediately shook her head and said, "I was wearing gloves."

She said it confidently, as if after wearing gloves, it didn't matter at all.

Douglas almost laughed at Martha.

He said, "I have to praise you, don't I?"

Martha immediately nodded hurriedly and said, "I've cooked so many dishes. Don't you want to taste them?"