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.

feet was very good, completely different

she was full of energy, which made her completely different from the past two

habitually glanced at the ground. However, the one who usually got up early

of waking him up, she went around him

into the pot, cooking porridge. She missed the smell of white rice

Then she went washing.

He was still sleeping.

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

time for

bedroom a

no

She was impatient.

do you

to her was the coldness of the

She squatted

But...

as she touched his forehead. It

panicked for no reason and scrambled to

up." She patted his cheek and he

I'm going

What noodles!

cursed in

stuffed the thermometer under his armpit,

you

he obediently allow her

was obvious that he was having

and checked the temperature. Her hand trembled

here!" She

that she was panicking, but Arn said that