Healing my disabled husband

Chapter 969 What Is He Arguing With The Dogs About?

Chapter 969 What is He Arguing with the Dogs About?

Beata was in a battle between her stomach and her mind, wondering if she should take a stroll to the

kitchen when the doorbell rang. This surprised Beata, as she wondered who could be visiting Yael.

Her first thought was that it might be another woman, but then she remembered that Yael had

mentioned he didn't have a girlfriend. So, she dismissed that idea.

But now Beata was curious about who could be at the door.

While Beata was still lost in thought, Yael came out of the kitchen and opened the door. She couldn't Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

hear what they were saying but soon saw Yael come back with a bag in his hand and walk towards her.

He opened the bag and said, "I got you some dessert to eat before dinner."

Yael didn't have any snacks at home except for regular meals so when he heard Beata's stomach

growling earlier, he ordered some cake for her.

Beata hadn't expected it to be delivery food. She just assumed since Yael was cooking, there wouldn't

be any need for delivery food. But now with this cake sitting right in front of her eyes, she couldn't help

but feel grateful towards him.

She looked up at him sweetly and said, "Thank you, Yael."

Beata's smile lit up her face making it hard for anyone not to like her including Yael who felt like melting

under such an innocent gaze from this beautiful girl.

Yael suppressed his thoughts and told Beata, "Eat just enough to fill your stomach before dinner."

It wasn't because he wanted to feed Beata his own cooking or anything; rather because he believed

snacks shouldn't replace proper meals. He didn't want Beata stuffing herself with cake instead of eating

proper food later on during dinner time

Beata obediently nodded, saying, "I'll only eat two bites."

Yael chuckled softly hearing those familiar words again while continuing with his cooking without

bothering how many bites would satisfy Beata's hunger pangs.

As Beata ate two spoonfuls of cake on one side, the three big dogs drooled beside her, waiting eagerly

for their turn while lying lazily on sofa next to her.

After finishing two bites of cake herself, Beata put down the plate holding remaining slice onto coffee

table next to sofa where the puppy was sleeping peacefully without being disturbed. Then she carried

the tray containing rest of dessert and went into kitchen looking for Yael.

When reaching Yael's side, Beata scooped one spoonful from tray, offering it near Yael's mouth and

urging him, "Yael, you also try couple spoons"

Yael tilted his head and took a bite of cake from Beata's hand. She then fed him another bite.

"Wait ten more minutes, then we'll eat," Yael said.

Beata nodded and led the way out of the kitchen with the three dogs in tow. Once they were seated on

the floor, she scooped a spoonful of cake and offered it to Number One. "Here you go."

Next was Number Two's turn. "Your turn," she said as she fed him a spoonful.

Finally, Beata scooped up one last spoonful for Number Three. "Open wide!"

And just like that, all the cake was gone – thanks to Number Three who had devoured what was left

after everyone else had their two bites each.

Beata had planned for each dog to have two bites but ran out before they could finish. So Number

Three got lucky and became the winner of this doggy treat lottery.

Yael couldn't help but shake his head at this situation – he felt like he was being treated like a dog too!

He realized how ridiculous it was to compare himself with dogs over something so trivial.

He sighed inwardly at his own thoughts before muttering under his breath, "What am I even thinking?"