Chapter 438 “Wife”

The room was cramped and tiny, making George, who was nearly 1.9 meters tall, look like a giant. Isabelle lay on the bed watching him bustling around.

“What are you doing?”

George turned around. “Cooking porridge.”

He was actually cooking porridge for her.

Soon, George brought the bowl of cooked porridge to the bedside.

Knowing that Isabelle was picky and probably a bit of a clean freak, George said, “I’ve cleaned the utensils many times, they’re clean.”

Isabelle stayed silent.

George blew on the porridge to cool it down and began spoon–feeding her.

After she had a couple of spoonfuls, Isabelle suddenly exclaimed, “It’s not even cooked.”

George paused, thinking cooking porridge didn’t require much skill and since it didn’t have much taste anyway, he hadn’t bothered asking if she liked it.

He hadn’t expected something as simple as porridge to go wrong.

Taking a spoonful of the clearly undercooked porridge himself, he realised the rice was still half raw.

George remarked, “I’ll cook it again.”

Isabelle said, “No need.”

Then she asked, “What about you?”

George replied, “I’ve made plenty, I’ll eat after you’re done.”

Isabelle said. “Then… Maybe cook it a bit more.”

George smiled. “Sure.”

but George managed to overcook it, turning it into mush. He tasted it and couldn’t help but furrow his

he’d have to cook up another

trying his best to avoid the burnt bottom, and brought it over to

bowl of porridge, Isabelle regained some strength and

then went to boil water to help Isabelle

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multiple times, finally began to treat line l hale. Her spirits were gradually

hot water and brought it

her position so her head was near the edge of the bed, and started to carefully wash her hair.

her, concentrating on his task, George noticed her gaze and mer her eyes.

blurted out, “Your clothes are really

chuckled. Yours isn’t any better.”

faint smile crept up on the corner of Isabelle’s

“But you look good”

Isabelle’s

carefully wash

in touch with Jim? Did he blow

my phone. And yes, the castle

Isabelle nodded.

know what had happened in the desert castle, but it clearly wasn’t the

Isabelle suddenly asked, “What day is

18th. Why?” George replied.

said. “No reason.”

feel like eating tonight?” George

eat whatever’s available, just try not to go out,” Isabelle

George

one delivering food to George was a teenage

an orphan who grew up scavenging through trash in this slum, and the beat–up little house was

some money to rent the house over for

lay on the bed, she heard the young boy coming again to deliver food to George. Peeking through the crack in the door, the boy curiously asked George. “How’s your wife doing?”

“She’s much better”

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