Mr. Conrad Proposes to His Ex-wife Again novel Chapter 830

After Channing entered the bathroom, Winnie took out her phone, ordered some porridge and light food, and sat in front of the sofa again, sorting out the books on the coffee table.

After cleaning up, she looked around, and her eyes fell on the bed in his bedroom.

A corner of the quilt was lifted, and the slippers were still beside the bed.

If she guessed correctly, it should be when she called him that he got up and hurried to school.

So, he didn't have time to clean up at home.

That is to say, he was not at school at all at that time.

He was sick and lying on the bed.

Winnie sighed silently, and didn't know whether it was right or not to come to him at this time.

When Channing came out of the shower, she had already cleaned up the living room.

Channing picked up the phone asking, “What do you want to eat?”

Winnie said, “I have already ordered.”

After speaking, she added, “Where's the medicine in your house? I searched around and couldn't find it.”

He opened the cabinet under the coffee table and said after a moment, “I forgot I'd finished all the pills.”

Winnie got up. “Then I'll go downstairs and buy some.”

Channing grabbed her wrist and said, “No, I'll go.”

Winnie, “...”

Why on earth did the two of them rush to buy some medicine when it can be bought on the takeout platform directly?

Winnie said, “If I make the order now, it should be delivered after eating.”

Channing said okay.

He responded, holding her hand, but didn't take it back.

She couldn't help lowering her head. The place he held in his palm was very warm.

For a while, the two of them didn't speak, only the sound of raindrops hitting the balcony from time to time outside the window.

After a while, Channing's Adam's apple slid slightly. He looked away, released her hand, and sat on the other side of the sofa, “I have a cold, and you need to stay away from me.”

No one knew he said this to whom, her or himself.

Winnie said, “If I don't call you, are you going to just lie in bed like this, without eating or taking medicine.”

Channing said, “I don't want to move.”

Winnie sat down as well and took a pillow in her arms. “You seemed to be so energetic and robust when you were beating Chassell Barret. Why don't you want to move now, are you exhausted?”

Hearing this, he laughed silently without refuting.

Winnie said again, “If your sister sees you like this, she must be very worried.”

“Don't tell her.”

“Okay, I'm not going to tell her.”

Winnie opened the drawer that Channing had just opened, found out the thermometer, and measured it in his ear.

Almost thirty-eight degrees.

She added, “The fever is running pretty bad. You really don't take your body seriously.”

Channing's voice was very low, “It will be all right in two days.”

She put down the thermometer and wanted to find some fruit to supplement him with vitamins, but found that the refrigerator was empty, with only a few cans of beer.

There's not even a takeout bag in the house.

Winnie turned to look at him, frowning. “How many days have you not eaten?”