Spoiled By The President: My Wife Is A Little Sweet

Chapter 869 At Odds

Chapter 869 At Odds

But he was a very considerate person, and he was very kind to Queeny.

He knew she was worried and did not want to go directly to Felix, so he kindly approached her and

said, "Don't worry, Miss Horton. The doctor has just examined Felix and he is fine. He just needs to

stay at home for a while."

Queeny paused and pursed her lips. "I didn't ask him how he was", she thought to herself.

But she nodded and said softly, "Thank you, Donald."

Donald smiled and said, "As long as you and Mr. Bissel are fine, I'm fine, too."

She didn't know what Donald meant by "fine".

Did it mean that they were both safe and sound, or that they get along or something?

Queeny was a little confused and couldn't stop thinking. She paused, realizing that her thoughts had

gone astray.

She said to Donald, "I'm all right. You can go about your business now."

Donald nodded and left.

As Donald left, Queeny turned around and went back to her room.

It was dinnertime before she saw Felix again.

Felix was injured and could not come down to dinner, but he refused to eat alone upstairs, saying it

was boring to eat alone and insisting that Queeny accompany him.

How could Queeny not know what he was thinking?

She didn't want to go at first, but in the end, considering that he was a patient, she reluctantly went

upstairs.

Upstairs in the bedroom.

Donald had ordered a meal to be served, which Queeny liked, except for a few items for Felix.

Donald had had dinner prepared. With the exception of a few items for Felix, all of the dishes were

Queeny's favorites.

Felix was so badly injured that he couldn't eat anything but light food.

Queeny's injury, though not completely recovered, was mostly healed, and she just had to wait for the

new bone to grow out.

So she could eat anything. That was why the dishes in front of her was so sumptuous.

Donald knew that she had been working too hard these days and had not been able to eat properly

because she was worried about Felix's safety. And Felix finally woke up today, so of course he

prepared the best meal for her.

Queeny knew that, so she just sat down and began to eat.

Both of them were very quiet because they had been trained together since childhood.

No one spoke in the room except for the quiet sound of their munching and the careless clatter of

knives and forks against cups and plates.

Perhaps because of his injuries, Felix had a poor appetite.

He couldn't eat more than half a bowl of porridge.

Queeny paused, looked at the bowl he had put down, and refilled him half a bowl of porridge.

"Half a bowl more," she whispered.

"..."

Felix gave her an aggrieved look. "I'm full."

Queeny said in a hushed voice, "Eat even if you don't feel like it."

He had lost so much blood. How could he get better so quickly if he didn't eat more for nourishment

and strength?

Of course, she would never say that to him.

Felix looked at her. She had a good appetite. She had eaten no less because of the change of venue.

Watching her eat like this, he actually began to want to eat more.

He picked up the bowl and began to eat again.

Donald had been watching in silence. He couldn't have been happier.

In the old days, Felix was the emperor of the castle, and he was the only one calling the shots.

As long as he had made decisions, no one else could change them.

Therefore, no one could influence his decision.

But now everything had changed.

Now there was someone who could keep him in check, who wouldn't let him do anything he wanted

anymore.

How nice it was!

Donald smiled uncontrollably.

After supper, servants would take things away.

Queeny looked at Felix lying on the bed and felt better when she saw a blush in his handsome, pale

face, which had lost so much blood.

"Boring?" she asked. "Do you want to go out for a breeze?"

Felix was very excited to hear that.

"Can I?"

After all, he was seriously injured right now.

Queeny smiled, turned to Donald and said, "Please go and get me the wheelchair I used to use."

Donald didn't know what she was up to, though he didn't like the idea of Felix going out for a breeze. Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

But seeing both of them in high spirits, he could not bear to spoil their enjoyment.

So he agreed.

It wasn't long before the wheelchair was brought in.

Felix thought she was taking him out for a walk. But when Queeny had him put in a wheelchair and

pushed him out on the terrace with it, he realized.

Instead of going out, it turned out that she was actually going to let him feel the breeze.

Felix was a little glum.

But he was relieved to be alone with her.

The terrace was large, and there was nothing on it except some plants, so it looked empty.

It was now late at night.

The castle lights came on, illuminating a small surrounding lake.

Sitting on the terrace, they could see the Outlines of distant mountains rolling in darkness on the other

side of the lake.

"Is there something you want to tell me?" Felix asked.

Otherwise, why would she want to take him out today?

Queeny looked down at him and said, "You're overthinking it."

With that she looked up.

Because at this time, he was sitting, and she was standing.

So that when he looked at her from his point of view he could see her chin shining like jade.

Somehow Felix believed her.

"Well." He said, slightly aggrieved.

Queeny paused, but suddenly felt that there was something in his "well".

She looked at him and smiled faintly. "Why? Are you not used to me being nice to you all of a sudden?"

Felix wasn't sure what she was thinking, so he smiled ingratiatingly and said carefully, "A little."

Queeny chuckled.

"I wasn't too bad to you, was I?" she whispered.

Felix thought about it. To be honest, Queeny had been kind to him before.

But it wasn't the same as it was now.

At that time, no matter how close they were, always had an aggressive look.