Love Enveloped In Lies
Episode 98

“Don’t catch cold.” Scott lowered his hand and said.

“I’ll get dinner ready. Boss, you can wait in the living room. It’ll be ready soon. “She’s back early today. Apparently her mother didn’t prepare any food, just cooked some rice.

She put the food she bought in the fridge and prepared some food for the kitchen.

Standing in front of the kitchen for a moment, Scott heard the noise from inside and lifted the corner of his lips.

It had been a long time since he’d last cooked it, and he missed it so much. He had a bad habit, which was that he couldn’t get used to street stalls. Or maybe he was allergic to petrol, which made him allergic to everything he ate outside.

As the food was self-cooked, it was pretty clean.

But it also depended on who the cook was. If the cook wasn’t Olivia or Michelle, it would be difficult for Scott to swallow.

He didn’t leave, but stood there in silence, watching the busy figure in the kitchen.

The kitchen door was transparent so the outsiders could see the insiders clearly, and the insiders could also see the outsiders. Apparently Michelle was too busy to see people outside, she kept her head down all the time.

After preparing the dishes, I put them in the pan and started cooking.

Scott looked at her with envy and didn’t even know the cooking procedures. I’d never known she could be so busy when cooking alone.

“Ah, how hot!”

The kitchen door slammed open. Michelle pulled out the soup she’d made. Scott looked like he wanted to bring the soup in.

“Boss, be careful! It’s burning! “

As soon as he finished his words, Scott was burnt. The soup in his hand was also poured on the floor and the china with the soup broke.

Hearing the sound, Olivia quickly left the room. After seeing the situation there, he anxiously asked, “What’s wrong?”

Wordlessly, Michelle just looked at Scott’s burnt hand.

“Go into the kitchen and pour some sauce on it after you’ve washed it in cold water.” Olivia knew it wasn’t practical for her to do that, so she had to let her daughter know.

Not daring to neglect, Michelle grabbed Scott’s arm and ran into the kitchen.

He turned on the tap and carefully washed Scott’s injured hand. “How’s that? Does it still hurt?”

Her worried words broke directly into Scott’s heart. No matter how painful it was, it always seemed to spread a layer of honey on his face. When Michelle saw Scott frown, she knew it had to be very painful.

As the saying goes, “aged ginger is hotter.” Michelle didn’t mind her mother’s words and dutifully applied a layer of black sauce to Scott’s hand. His hand looked as if it had been braised by the blanching.

Seeing this, Michelle tried to contain her laughter. After all, he used to be her boss.

How could Scott not know what he was thinking? Then he replied bluntly, “You can laugh all you want. Don’t you think my hands look like cooked meat?

Speaking of which, even Scott couldn’t help laughing out loud.

Olivia sat on her side and said angrily, “You naughty boy, how can you say that?”

Michelle said nothing. She simply looked at her hand, lost in thought. In fact, Scott was hurt, partly his own fault. If only he’d insisted on his idea in the first place. Why was she silly enough to ask someone born with a silver spoon to take it?

Fortunately, Scott didn’t blame her, or he must be in big trouble now.

When they had dinner, Scott’s hand wasn’t handy, so Michelle had fed him. Yes, it was ‘feed’.

Maybe it was the so-called retribution. She did it that way. In this situation, he at least needed to rest for a few days.

He stayed home tonight because of his injured hands.

She knew he was weird, so she made him clean bedding. Although he decided to sleep in the living room because he knew his sleeping posture wasn’t good enough. She didn’t want to disturb his mother.

Besides, it was so comfortable to sleep alone!

Scott went to bed without showering. He was obviously feeling uncomfortable. He tossed and turned but couldn’t fall asleep. The pain in his palm made him frown.

The bedroom door was ajar. Considering that her hand couldn’t be touched, she didn’t slam the door.

At last Scott lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling. His mind was complicated, almost in a catastrophe.

What the hell was that?

Did you rush over here because you missed her so much you wanted to see her like crazy? Even if she didn’t like him and didn’t love him, he was still crazy enough to come back from abroad.

But I didn’t expect him to get hurt. I didn’t know if that was a good thing or a bad thing. But maybe it would be good to stay home.

In the darkness Scott got up and slid onto the bed with his thin duvet.

He ignored it, put on his trainers and stepped out cautiously, afraid of waking the family.

The lights were off in the living room. In the moonlight outside the window, he could see the woman asleep on the sofa. He moved closer and crouched down slowly, looking at her sleeping face.

It was the first time he had seen her sleeping. He lowered his head and gently kissed her lips.

As she slept, Michelle felt uncomfortable with his lips, so she turned lazily and continued to sleep. Scott, however, was still crouched there, giggling.

With no intention of going back to sleep, he leaned back on the couch and looked at her. He seemed to have forgotten the pain in his hand.

Michelle was sleeping peacefully like a charming, intelligent newborn.

In fact, it was beyond his control. How he wished he could hold her in his arms forever.

Suddenly, Michelle felt a little cold. He couldn’t help but pull at the blanket that was about to fall from the sofa. But no matter how hard I tried, I was always cold.

When he saw this, Scott endured the pain in his hand and covered it with a blanket. Tonight he wasn’t sleepy at all, even though he hadn’t slept a whole day.

Looking at her, he felt warm, full of energy.

When Michelle woke up the next morning, she found Scott asleep in the corner of the sofa.

He suddenly opened his eyes, then hurriedly got up from the sofa and said, “Boss, why are you sleeping here? Go back to your room and get some rest. Here, let me help you. “

He didn’t know how long Scott had been there, and all he knew was that he had been injured. Scott was in a semi-conscious, semi-dreamy state. He was walking in a zigzag pattern, as if he were drunk.

His whole body was supported by his fist, which made it a bit difficult to push him, so they couldn’t fall to the ground at the same time. Otherwise it would be embarrassing.

When they finally got back to the bedroom, Michelle was snuggling him up to her, but she was suddenly pushed into his arms!

With his face pressed against her chest and the unmistakable smell of his body, Michelle blushed. She struggled to get up, but the harder she fought, the harder Scott held her back.

“Let me k**s you.” His words were a little vague, but there were only two people in the room, and it was early in the morning, so Michelle heard him clearly.

But she didn’t move in the whole time. Instead, she rested her head on his chest. He was afraid he’d touched her hand during their fight.

Scott held that pose for a long time until Michelle couldn’t feel his strength, then he cautiously left.

After she was free, she couldn’t help but yawn as she stood beside the bed.

She didn’t leave, but she stood there, watching Scott sleep. To be honest, he was a little different now. Still, he was intimate.

His handsome, sculptural face grew more and more fascinating by the day.

With that, Michelle crouched down beside the bed and touched his handsome face. “Oh my God, why is it so hot?” she asked.

Subconsciously, she knew he had a fever. She just didn’t know why it was so hot.

Michelle didn’t have time to change her clothes. When he rushed to buy the medicine, he met his mother who had just left the room. Olivia asked confusedly, “What’s wrong, Michelle?”

“The president has a fever. I’m going to buy some medicine. “

Michelle was so anxious that tears almost flowed. She didn’t even realise how anxious she was at the time.

“I’ve got some fever medicine. It’s in the drawer under the table. Take it to Scott! When she heard that Scott had a fever, Olivia became very anxious. She hurriedly gave Michelle the order and went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for Scott herself.

After finding the medicine, Michelle took it to her room.

She sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the man with the fever. For a moment, she didn’t know what to do.

By now Olivia had brought the bowl of porridge. She looked at the man lying on the bed, then put the bowl on the bedside table.

“You can sit next to him and put your upper body in your arms to give him the medicine.”

Olivia knew why her daughter was worried, but why did she still care so much now?

Without hesitation, Michelle did. After all, Scott had a high fever. Michelle had just taken Scott’s temperature, which had risen to 40 degrees. She thought he would be fine if he took the medicine.

Following her mother’s instructions, Michelle slowly lifted Scott’s head and finally let him rest in her arms. Then she took the medicine from her mother, opened her mouth a little and put it in.

“Drink some water.” Olivia handed him the cup of lukewarm water.

Scott’s consciousness was vague, but thankfully he had swallowed the medicine. Now his stomach was empty, so Michelle had to feed the congee.

He remembered that he had done the same thing last night, and he had done it in front of his mother.

At the time, she was extremely uncomfortable. She thought her mother would help her, but Olivia always smiled happily, as if she was watching a Korean drama.