The More the Merrier

Chapter 682 I Did Not Do Anything

“Well, according to the results of the examination, it’s the same as before and hasn’t worsened.” Arissa broke into a smile. She was relieved by the news.

“Why didn’t you wake me up in the morning? I overslept because of you!” Benjamin snorted. “How is it my fault? I didn’t do anything!”

Arissa’s ears burned. She quickly snuck a glance in Edwin’s direction and saw that the latter was tidying up the kitchen. Gosh, his words are so suggestive.

“All right. I want to continue with my breakfast.”

“Okay,” Benjamin grunted but didn’t end the call.

Arissa cocked a brow. “Have you and the children had your breakfast?”

“They’re having it with Grandaunt right now,” Benjamin answered casually.

“Aren’t you having anything?” Arissa sensed that something was amiss.

“Yeah,” Benjamin said. “I’m on my way to work.”

Arissa knitted her brows. “Work is important, but your health is even more so. You’d better get something to eat before starting work, or you may end up having gastric.”

Benjamin was delighted by the concern she showed him.

“Okay!”

Benjamin’s good mood, Ethen looked

requested

Oh my!

still need to go to the

can go there after bringing me breakfast,” Benjamin asserted in a

pondering upon the route to take between the hospital and Benjamin’s office, he ended

can have

and took back his

Graham, what did Mr. Graham

with Edwin’s gleaming eyes, Arissa frowned.

must be missing you already. In

Arissa blushed.

why don’t you send

pay. Since he has specifically requested you to do it, you should just go since it’s not going to take much time. You can head to the hospital to visit Mdm. Mary once you’re

if her colleagues

she had already missed work for a

suddenly turn

was frustrated with the

her concerns, as

off to prepare and pack Benjamin’s breakfast, which consisted of a bunch of pastries that were good

her food, Arissa drank the medicinal soup under Edwin’s

that was boiled from a combination of tens of herbs to taste nice. Just the

furrowed his