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.”

overcook it, turning

he’d have to cook up another batch and wait

layer into a bowl, trying his best to avoid the

finishing a bowl of porridge, Isabelle regained some strength and then

boil water to

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and Isabelle’s shoulder, forn open multiple times, finally began to treat line

some hot water and brought it to

was near the edge of the bed, and

up at the man above her, concentrating on his

out, “Your clothes are really ugly.”

isn’t any

on the

you look good”

smile on Isabelle’s

continued to carefully

been in touch with

the castle blew up,” George replied.

Isabelle nodded.

the desert castle, but it clearly wasn’t the time to dig for answers.

suddenly asked, “What

18th. Why?” George replied.

“No

feel like

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

George

food to George was a teenage boy.

was an orphan who grew up scavenging through trash in this slum, and the

to rent the

food to George. Peeking through the crack in the door, the boy curiously

rendied “She’s much better”

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