My Arrogant Fiancée Is an All Round Genius

Chapter 80 He Really Likes Myrna

In the VII' ward on the 8th floor, Alfredo was hunched over the bed, staring at the small bottle on the pillow. His beautiful eyes were unblinking, and his curled eyelashes were thick and dense, like a little Tan.

In that transparent little bottle he treasured so dearly, there was a small white sugar pill. He stared at that little pill foolishly for an entire day. From time to time, he picked it up, took out the little sugar pill, looked at it for a while, but couldn't bear to eat it, and silently put it back. Counting the time in my heart, calculating when Myrna would come

next.

Almost a day had passed, and she hadn't come.

Alfredo turned over and sat up, his porcelain-white face hardened again, his brows furrowed as he carefully recalled his performance that day. Seemed not well-behaved enough.

His eyes dimmed as he picked up the small bottle, his mood. plummeting once again. He was tormented by the thought that maybe it was because he wasn't good enough, that Myrna didn't want to see him today.

As a result, as soon as the doorbell rang, he turned his head and saw his younger uncle carrying Myrna in.

instantly cleared o self-loathing, his

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unable to control his excitement,

furrowed his brows, his dark eyes glanced

the person in, speaking to the child on the bed, "She's tired, Alfi, could you give up your bed and

rubbed her forehead, her voice hoarse, struggling to get up, "No need, I don't need to

and resonant:

door, indeed, Mr. Alfredo was

sense of territory since he was

anxiously, ready to go out and prepare another sickroom at any

wrong, Alfredo indeed hesitated for a moment, but only for a

his belongings, and thoughtfully helped Myrna fold the messy

tender little face was tinged with a faint blush, as if he was shy. He stood awkwardly by the

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