Steal my heart by Savannah Kade

Chapter 281 Ingemar, Get over Here Right Away

Grace had been getting well after three days' treating. The temperature had gradually dropped to normal.

At night, she looked at the man lying on the ground and got headache again. She was unable to chase him away anymore. After forgetting everything and knowing that she won't drive him away, he was brassier and became even more unreasonable. He used all sorts of methods to sleep in her room every night. He was happy.

"Grace, warm your feet."

Like every night before, he took the initiative to warm her feet.

No matter how she refused, he just ignored it.

She could just allow him to do what he wanted, not because she was not indifferent enough, but because he became even more stubborn.

No matter how harshly she spoke to him, she would not be able to escape from his hands.

She looked over and saw his head down. His black and shiny hair was covering his beautiful eyebrows. It was still he, but doing something that she could not explain.

If... if he was awake, she might be able to argue about the past and the future with him.

But now, he didn't remember anything at all. Every time she wanted to vent her anger, he looked at her with a puzzled gaze and asked repeatedly why she was angry.

She felt really powerless. In the end, she could only leave him alone and allow him to do what he wanted.

"I have to go to work tomorrow."

"But..."

"The doctor said that I was healed." She moved her feet to a more comfortable position on his knees. Her actions were honest. She gradually accepted the habit that he warmed her feet every night. Someone once said that habits were extremely terrifying. People had unknowingly developed all sorts of habits. One day, they would suddenly realize... Oh, when did this habit start?

It was hard to be discovered and caught, but life was gradually changing by it, bit by bit, very subtly.

temperature of her feet

she was full of

ground. However, the one who usually got up early

of waking him up, she went around

boiling water, she put rice into the pot, cooking porridge. She missed the smell

Then she went washing.

He was still sleeping.

gradually came, and a pot of white rice porridge was served at

for him

her bedroom a little reluctantly, "Get

was no movement from

She was impatient.

you

her was the coldness of the

She squatted down and pushed

But...

she touched his forehead. It

reason and scrambled to find a

up, wake up." She patted his cheek and he opened

going

What noodles!

in

stuffed the thermometer under his armpit, but he

"If you refused, I'll check your

allow her to stuff the

obvious that he

temperature. Her hand trembled because of the high temperature and the thermometer

Arn here!" She anxiously picked up the phone

she was panicking, but Arn said that she