I Got Married Without You by Wrenley novel Chapter 1170

Chapter 1170 Your hands are for drawing designs, not for cooking. 

Amelia tried to get off his lap, but he held onto her waist and 

wouldn’t let her go. 

“Sit still, I’ll feed you.” 

She wanted to refuse, but was afraid of his nagging, so she obediently sat there, waiting to be fed. 

Before James fed her, he did something unusual and took out his phone to take a picture. 

She leaned over to take a look and saw that he was editing his social media post. She widened her eyes in surprise. 

“You’re not really going to post this on social media, are you?” 

His Adam’s apple moved slightly as he made a soft “mm” sound. 

He wanted to let Sebastian know that he also had a wife who brought him food. 

“If you want to post it, go ahead. But why did you tag Sebastian?” 

“I don’t like him.” 

 Your hands are for drawing d… 

“Mr. CEO, is there anyone from the Evans family that you like?” 

“No.” 

After he finished posting, he put down his phone, picked up the spoon, and fed Amelia the first bite, and then finished the rest of 

her food. 

Amelia got off his lap and sat on the sofa next to him, propping her chin up with one hand, watching him eat slowly. 

He was a bit of a clean freak, but he never minded her. 

Her husband really loved her. 

She felt sweet in her heart and looked at him with more affection. 

She was willing to spend the rest of her life with him like this, hoping that heaven would bless them. 

She watched him finish his meal and went to tidy up the insulated lunch box, but the man wouldn’t let her touch it. 

He took her hand, placed it in his palm, and lifted his beautiful star-like eyes to look at her. 

“Wife, don’t do this anymore. Your hands are for drawing designs, not for cooking.” 

Amelia, who was standing, leaned slightly forward and whispered 

in the man’s ear: 

“If you pick a lychee rose for me every morning, I’ll bring you lunch every day at noon. Let’s see who can keep it up until the end.” 

James smiled, his eyes filled with sunshine that was as bright as the one outside the floor-to-ceiling window, making his eyebrows 

curve. 

“Wife, why are you so good to me?” 

“It’s not that great. From now on, a chef will make it.” 

She didn’t have that much time to cook, but… 

“For important holidays, I’m still willing to cook for you myself.” 

After Amelia finished speaking, she picked up the mouthwash and handed it to James.