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

When she woke up, she was full of energy, which made her completely different

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

him up, she went around him and

kitchen, after boiling water, she put rice into the pot, cooking porridge. She missed the smell of white rice porridge

Then she went washing.

He was still sleeping.

fragrance gradually came, and a pot of white rice porridge

for him to

to her bedroom a little reluctantly,

was no movement from

She was impatient.

you want to

the coldness of the room, as well as

squatted down and pushed him

But...

touched his forehead.

no reason and scrambled to find

his cheek and he opened his eyes in a daze. His first

I'm going to cook

What noodles!

cursed in her

under his armpit,

him, "If you refused,

obediently allow her

he

Her hand trembled because of

She anxiously picked up the

tell that she was panicking, but