Chapter 214

Suddenly, footsteps sounded behind her, steady and calm. She knew without thinking that it was Winford. She turned around and saw the tall figure of the man. A bright smile revealed itself, perhaps unconsciously; her eyes were much brighter than before.

“Honey!”

She softly fell into his arms, which were filled with a sense of security. Winford held her close and leaned down to kiss her forehead. “Do you feel better now?”

She hummed, “I didn’t feel as uncomfortable as I did earlier…” She hung on his neck and said, “I don’t want to leave anymore, hug me, husband.”

Winford indulgently picked her up and walked downstairs. Suddenly, he thought of something. “Where did that incense come from?”

Subconsciously thinking he was going to bring up old grievances, Ophelia felt a chill run down her spine. Seeing that her body had stiffened, Winford patted her knee and said, “I was just asking, I won’t punish you.”

The punishment had already been given, and if it were to happen again, he wouldn’t be willing to do it. She quietly observed his expression and, seeing that he didn’t seem to be lying, Ophelia relaxed. She lifted her delicate chin and proudly said, “I made that myself!”

Winford was slightly surprised as he looked at the girl in his arms. “Did Lia make this herself?”

“Yes! Isn’t it amazing?” Ophelia said, her toes even dancing with pride. In front of others, she was very modest, but in front of him, she couldn’t help but want to showcase all her strengths, hoping to surprise him and earn his praise.

“Yes, Lia was very impressive,” Winford said. His subordinates, the doctors, admired him and called him a miraculous doctor, which showed that his little wife was indeed quite skilled. He had previously thought that it was left by her mother; after all, Harriet’s reputation as a miraculous doctor was well-known to everyone in Minston.

Finally hearing his praise, Ophelia was so happy that the corners of her mouth lifted. However, after he finished his compliment, there was nothing more, and it seemed she hadn’t expected it to end there, leaving her feeling a bit unsatisfied.

She tentatively said, “Honey, I was really amazing. I could cure your illness.” Winford paused for a moment, and his smile faded a little.

After a moment, he said with a calm expression, “Well, Lia could give it a try.” As soon as she heard those words, she knew he was just trying to flatter her: he didn’t believe her at all!

Ophelia puffed up her cheeks unhappily and wanted to say something, but when she thought about how this topic was the one he least wanted to bring up, she could only hold it back. Forget it. When Bryson got better, he would know that she wasn’t joking!

As soon as she thought of Bryson, she went downstairs and saw him. “Hi, Ophelia.” Bryson sat in his wheelchair, greeting her with a charming smile.

Having been here for so long, Winford had gotten used to the sight of people being held and no longer found it surprising at all. Ophelia snorted coldly and turned her face away, not wanting to pay attention to him. In the past few days, when she was suffering, he hid upstairs and didn’t come down, as if she didn’t know!

Winford’s phone suddenly rang, and she swung her legs in the air. “Honey, put me down, go answer the phone!” Winford put her down, and Ophelia sat down in the farthest spot from Bryson, playing with her phone and ignoring him as if he were air.

Bryson carefully glanced at Winford, who had stepped aside to answer a phone call, and slid his wheelchair over to Ophelia.

“Ophelia?”

Ophelia turned to the side, temporarily deaf. Bryson wheeled himself to the other side.

“Ophelia?”

Ophelia turned again, and he slid, playing with the wheelchair as if it were a racing car, and he foolishly reached out to tease her hair.

“Don’t ignore me!”

Ophelia was annoyed and looked up at him, “Are you annoying or what!”

“Don’t be mad at me,” Bryson coaxed her, “I know you’re upset that I didn’t help you plead your case…”

“However, when Winford brought you back that day, I didn’t have time to react. He took you into the room, so what could I do? Should I have rushed into your bedroom? Who knows, you might have already been preparing a grave for me!”

“As for yesterday, Winford looked so terrifying that I didn’t dare to approach at all. I was afraid that if I went forward, I would have already been taken to the funeral home and prepared for cremation…”

Ophelia heard her temples throb, and she gritted her teeth, “What use are you then?!”