My Husband Warm The Bed (Karen Daly) novel Chapter 48

Kevin ignored her, so she felt a little awkward. She stood still and did not know whether to go in or to leave.

After a long while, Kevin looked up. His eyes were cold and calm under those golden frames. "Why are you here?"

Kevin had showered with cold water so as to calm himself from making love to Karen. That cold shower had given him a high fever and he went into a coma. This woman still had the mood to go to work. She had left him aside and didn't care for him. What a heartless woman.

Kevin's face and attitude made Karen feel that he did not welcome her here. She felt uneasy and pursed her lips. "Special Assistant Amelia asked me to come to see you."

Special Assistant Amelia had asked her to come. If he didn't let Amelia call her, would she not come at all?

Kevin frowned, and his voice became colder and calmer. "Well, you've seen me. Go back to work then."

"Oh... Okay." Karen forcibly suppressed the sadness in her heart, nodded with a smile, turned around, and left.

This woman would really leave!

Kevin looked at her back. His eyes were dark and furious. The newspaper in his right hand was crumpled.

When she walked towards the door of the room, Karen suddenly stopped and took a deep breath. She turned around and glared at him. "Kevin, you f*cking b*stard!"

She had been worried about him for the whole morning. Now that she finally saw him, but he asked her to leave.

Usually he would remind her that he was her husband. What kind of husband doesn't let his wife see her sick husband?

The more Karen thought about it, the more upset she felt. The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. Her nose twitched and two drops of crystal-clear tears fell from the corners of her eyes uncontrollably.

She raised her hand and wiped hard. She bit her lip and said, "Kevin, go to hell. It's none of my business whether you die or not. Just pretend I never knew you."

Karen's sudden outburst of temper shocked Kevin. While he was shocked, he saw Karen's tears dripping down.

Kevin's heart twitched for no reason. The pain spread in his heart. He had never experienced this kind of feeling before.

He still remembered that when she had provoked Charlie, and was locked up in the police station, she didn't even shed a tear. But now...

"Come here." Kevin's voice became much softer unconsciously, and he even waved to her.

"What am I to you? Someone you can order around?" Karen was also stubborn. She would not listen so easily.

Kevin raised his eyebrows. "Are you not coming?"

Karen ignored him and rubbed her eyes hard. She hated herself for crying in front of this man. When did she become so fond of crying?

"Then I'll come over." Kevin pretended to pull out the needle in his hand.

"What are you doing? Do you want to die?" Karen was shocked and rushed over to stop him.

"If I die, you will become a widow." Kevin said seriously, but there was a smile in his eyes under those golden frames.

"You..." Karen did not know that this man also had such a quick tongue, but he spoke in a serious way.

Kevin raised his hand and touched Karen's face. His rough thumb gently wiped away the tears from her eyes. "Come, tell me, why are you crying?"

Karen bit her lip and said fiercely, "I'm afraid that if you die, I'll become a widow."

After everything was settled, Karen sat down opposite him. Kevin waved his hand and said, "Sit down beside me."

Karen glanced at the woman who made the food surreptitiously. Her sixth sense told her that the woman didn't welcome her very much, so she just sat there and didn't move.

Kevin's slender fingers tapped the table as usual. His eyes narrowed. He didn't speak until Aunt Jen finished placing the food, "Aunt Jen, there's nothing else for you to do now. You may go."

Aunt Jen opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but she knew Kevin's temper too well. She nodded and said, "Young master, young madam, take care."

The words "Young Madam" choked Karen so hard that she almost spat out a mouthful of spit, and her delicate and beautiful face blushed red.

Kevin looked at her surprised look and said, "The woman just now is the lady who has been responsible for my diet. You may call her Aunt Jen in the future."

He had drivers, like Mr. Watson, loyal assistants like Amelia and Nick, the aunt in charge of food, and Aunt Jen. This was exactly how they described the ultra-rich.

Kevin had said that he used to do business abroad. What kind of business did he do? Why did it feel like his real identity was more frightening than just being the director of the Innovative Tech?

Kevin waved his hand again and said, "Sit down beside me and feed me."

"You can move your right hand," Karen said in a low voice. The needle was stuck in Kevin's left hand. His right hand could just hold her so tightly just now. Why couldn't he pick up the food now?

"I usually eat with my left hand." Kevin's voice sounded a little dissatisfied, but a faint smile appeared on his sexy lips.

Karen knew that Kevin was good at lying. When had she ever seen him eat with his left hand?

But seeing that he was ill, Karen decided to endure his orders. After all, as he said, if something really happened to him, she would become a widow.