My Sweet Second Marriage (Eudora and Amos)

Chapter 132

Clint Zuckerberg understood and instantly started to investigate.

Amos Granger leaned against the chair, reminiscing the feeling of Eudora George lying on his body just

now.

However, over time, the feeling dissipated. Amos frowned and called Clint over. This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

"I'm going home. You should have a good rest too. We'll talk about it tomorrow if anything comes up."

After leaving the building, Amos drove straight home.

The house was pitch-dark. Amos pushed the door open and went in. Looking at the closed door on the

second floor, he couldn't muster the courage to go upstairs.

After a moment of stupor, he went to the sofa next to him and sat down.

Suddenly, a woman moaned, "Ouch..."

Amos was startled and turned on the lights hastily.

The woman was lying on the sofa in her pajamas, looking at him with sleepy eyes.

He had just sat on her leg and she woke up in pain.

Amos frowned slightly and asked, "Why are you sleeping here?"

Eudora pursed her lips. She honestly didn't know why she chose to sleep here. The big house felt like

a cage when Amos wasn’t home. Hence, she would rather stay here than to go inside.

However, she was not going to tell him that.

She found an excuse and told him, "I accidentally fell asleep while I was reading."

They had a habit of reading on the sofa, hence there were always a few books being placed there.

After Eudora finished her sentence, she stood up and walked away.

"I'm going upstairs!"

However, as soon as she moved, she felt pain shooting through her ankle.

She gritted her teeth and insisted on standing up. But Amos had held her down at the very next

second.

"Why are you pushing yourself so hard?"

"I'm fine..." Eudora answered. And that moment, Amos had reached out and pressed her ankle.

"Ouch!" Eudora grimaced in pain.

"Didn't you say that it didn't hurt?" His face became bitter as he said it. Eudora knew she couldn't win

the argument so she didn't say anything.

Amos sat down beside her. "Does it hurt?" Amos asked as his slender fingers massaged her ankle

back and forth.

"No..."

"How about this?"

"Ouch! Ouch! Stop that..."

Amos breathed a sigh of relief. "You just sprained your ankle. It shouldn't pose too much of a problem.

You’ll be fine tomorrow morning after some sleep." After that, he took the first aid kit and wrapped her

ankle with bandages.

He then carried her and brought her upstairs.

Eudora looked at him warily. She was still traumatized by the incident that had happened that night.

Hence whenever she saw Amos, she would feel inexplicably nervous.

Amos frowned and immediately spat out, "I'm not going to do anything to you!"

Only then did Eudora relax. She rolled to the edge of the bed and fell asleep slowly.

Seeing that Eudora's breathing had gradually calmed down, Amos could not help but laugh bitterly.

Was he that scary?

When Eudora woke up the next day, she found that Amos had already left. The bedsheet on Amos’

side was somewhat wrinkled. It was a sign that he had slept there.

Eudora gaped at it blankly for a while. She then got out of bed.

In Valiant East, Clint was ready to report his findings.

"I had initially thought the secretary was sent by the Second Master. But I'd found out later that she was

sent by Old Master Granger. Didn't he know that you are unwell? Why would he do this to you?"

Amos recalled the conversation he had with his father back at the old house. He immediately

understood.

The old man was not giving up yet. He wanted him to break up with Eudora. He must have done this to

test them.

Thinking about it, Amos smiled and said, "Looks like he'll be disappointed!"

Clint was astounded, "Should we continue with the investigation?"

"That's not necessary!" Amos said. "Where did Harley go these days? What is he so busy with?"

"It seems that he's working on an assignment," Clint said.

"Alright then!" Amos nodded.

At the same time, Wendy was still in her apartment, struggling to calm down after returning home the

day before.

Seeing that Eudora could cure Amos so easily, the restlessness in her heart became even more

intense. She started to wonder whether Amos had found something out.

The more she thought about it, the more uneasy she felt. Wendy left her apartment and went straight to

Valiant East.

As soon as she entered, Amos asked bluntly, "Why did you come yesterday?"

Wendy was stunned and hurriedly explained, "Nothing much. I just came to see you. But I didn't expect

you to be sick. How are you feeling now?"

After saying that, she stepped forward and took a careful look at Amos. He was completely healed. If

she hadn't seen Amos with her own eyes yesterday, she wouldn't believe that he had suffered severe

rashes. There was no sign of them at all now.

Seeing that Wendy was staring intently at him, Amos grimaced and put down the document in his

hand.

"What are you looking at?"

Wendy regained her composure and responded, "Ohh! I didn't expect Miss George to be so great at

curing your illness!"

Amos ignored her. Wendy then continued to ask, "Was Miss George ever a doctor or a nurse?"

"That’s none of your business!" Amos reacted coldly.

Wendy realized that Amos seemed to be annoyed, so she immediately stopped talking.

After walking back to the sofa and sitting down, Wendy asked gently, "Amos, do you still remember

what happened at the basement in the States?"

Amos finally reacted. He looked up at her and asked, "Why are you bringing that up?"

"I’m starting to miss that side of you. At that time, you were not as cold as you are now. Although you

shouted at me, I know you were just afraid that I would get hurt."

Amos pursed his lips and replied, "You saved my life. Of course, I don't want you to get hurt."

"Do you still remember what I looked like at that time?" Wendy said. "Don't you look the same now?"

Amos asked. Hearing this, Wendy was stunned. "I'm the one asking you."

"Sorry, I really don't remember. At that time, your face was very dirty and your hair was a mess. I only

remembered that there was a tooth mark on your arm."

"I see." Wendy smiled. "Actually, you're right. I don't remember your face either. If you hadn't come to

me, I would still be tortured there."

Speaking of this, Wendy shivered, as if she was recalling hell.

"That's not going to happen again! Your life will only get better from now on." Amos comforted.

"Yes!" Wendy smiled and took out the pumpkin soup that she had brought. "I made it this morning.

Would you like to try it?"

"I..." Amos wanted to reject and say that he was full, but he couldn't help but think about the situation

back in the basement.

"Okay, let's eat together then!"

Wendy excitedly scooped the soup into two big bowls. She then sat down in front of Amos.

"Is it delicious?" She looked at Amos expectantly.

Amos suddenly thought of the scene where Eudora first cooked for him. She had also looked at him

expectantly and asked him if it tasted good.

At that time, he said he was not picky and he didn't care much about what he ate, so long as they were

edible. She must have felt disappointed.