Chapter 107

"Where's the delivery?" The man's extremely hoarse voice came slowly from behind the door.

Shakira smiled, looking at the order on her phone, "It's less than fifty meters away; it should be at the door soon." "I'll go get it for you."

"Thank you, sir! You're the best!"

The sound that responded to Shakira's flattery was the cold, unfeeling roll of the mechanical wheelchair.

After a while, Walter returned. "I put it outside; you can come out and get it."

"If I get up, I'll dirty it... Could you open the door just a crack and toss it in?"

Outside, there was a long silence again.

Just when Shakira thought Walter had given up on her, the bathroom door cracked open.

A long, bony hand, holding a small pink square, reached in.

Through the gap, Shakira could see him maintaining that position, sitting sideways in his wheelchair, turning his head and stretching out his arm. "Did you get it?"

Shakira snapped back to reality. "A little more to the left."

The big hand moved left.

Shakira reached out and grabbed it. "That's good, thank you."

"Women are really troublesome," he muttered as he slammed the door shut again. 'Although he has a bad temper, he's not completely indifferent.

Shakira quickly tidied up and hurried to bed, burying herself under the covers. She needed to warm herself up so the next while would be more bearable. As she pressed on acupressure points to ease her discomfort, the door was pushed open again. "Young master?" Walter's face was dark as he placed a thermos on the bedside. "I saw online that women should drink more hot water at times like this."

'Forget it, I can't refuse Walter's kindness. Under his piercing gaze, Shakira gulped down most of the hot water. Her body felt warmer, but her complexion remained pale.

Walter frowned. "Drinking hot water doesn't help?"

Shakira couldn't help but glance at him. "It's not medicine, of course it's not that miraculous, but it does make me feel a little better."

more, wearing

I still won't feel

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fall asleep quickly I used to feel unwell too, but this time it's so sudden.

looked at her expression, which subtly revealed her discomfort.

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worry about me. I can handle it myself." As Shakira spoke, she wrapped herself in the blanket and began mindlessly scrolling through

up on her intention to sleep and suggested a male voice-over blogger who was singing and playing guitar. His voice was soft and gentle, humming a melody. 'It's

getting colder?" Shakira suddenly felt a chill at the back of her head and pulled the blanket

handle

face the coldly furious Walter,

snorted, sarcastically. "Am I interrupting your listening

his voice is actually quite nice. It's soft, and if I

is nice and you want to listen, but my voice is bad, so

making my brain go blank? Why can't I understand why Walter is suddenly so irrationally angry?"

sarcastically, "My voice is nice, and you want me to

nice voice, but young master won't sing for

have

necessarily; stories work

up

time, without waiting for Walter to speak, Shakira blinked at him expectantly and took the initiative. "Are you going

*****

the evening, the Skyla couple returned from

was quiet. Skyla noticed Brian sitting in the living room using the computer and lowered her voice to ask,

his head. "The young master isn't

she doesn't sleep too

gently turned the doorknob. But just as she pushed, the door open,

from his elementary school

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