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

to avoid the burnt bottom, and brought it over to feed

regained some strength and

porridge, then went to boil water to help Isabelle wash her face, hands, and feet.

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

some hot water and brought it to

near the edge of the

looked up at the man above her, concentrating on his task, George

clothes are really

isn’t any

crept up on the corner

you look

Isabelle’s

carefully

asked, “Have you been in touch with Jim? Did he blow

phone. And yes, the castle blew up,” George

Isabelle nodded.

know what had happened in the desert

asked, “What day is

18th. Why?” George

“No

you feel like eating

not to go out,” Isabelle

George said.

food to George was a teenage

slum, and the

some money to rent the house

she heard the young boy coming again to deliver food to George. Peeking through the crack in

“She’s much better”

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