บท 710: Divorce Part 1

        After dinner, he went directly to the villa. Then, he checked on her and kissed her forehead. He took the thermometer. She's still burning to 39 degrees Celsius. He went to the table where he put the soup. She didn't even touch. Thinking that she might be hungry, he took it out and he went downstairs to make another soup for her.

        He went to bed and she sat up.

"Lean," He told as he put pillows at her back. She adjusted herself.

        He put the table tray at the edge of the bed with her soup. He fed her and made sure that the soup isn't too hot.

"How is it?"

"My taste buds are not working." She mumbled. He caressed her hair.

"My poor wife." He kissed her forehead. He fed her more and she's grateful. No one ever does that to her.

"Thank you," She said. He smiled at her.

"Of course, you take care of me always. I need to take care of my sick wife too."

"Are you staying for tonight?"

"I will."