The True Heiress's Return

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."

man's already furrowed brow tightened even more, wearing a look of deep distress. "I'll

my aunt comes back, I still won't feel well. That's perfectly normal; my health has

you plan to

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but this time it's so sudden. I think I'll feel worse

looked at her expression, which subtly revealed her discomfort. "Are you sure you can

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young master, you don't need to worry about me. I can handle it myself." As Shakira spoke, she wrapped herself

singing and playing guitar. His voice was soft and gentle, humming a melody. 'It's actually quite nice! After listening for a while, Shakira clicked into the live stream, putting her phone

"Strange, why is it getting colder?" Shakira suddenly felt a chill at the back of her

in unexpectedly, "You can handle it just fine, but you're listening to a man

furious Walter,

interrupting

and if I listen for a while, maybe

and you want to listen, but my voice is

blank? Why can't I understand why Walter is suddenly so irrationally

word sarcastically, "My voice is nice, and you

in resignation. "Young master has a nice

frowned in annoyance. "Do you have to listen

stories

up

waiting for Walter to speak, Shakira blinked at him expectantly and took the initiative. "Are you going

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evening, the Skyla

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

nodded, then shook his head. "The young master isn't

glanced at the time. "It's getting late. I'll go wake Shakira so she doesn't sleep too long. Otherwise, she won't be able to sleep tonight, and you all

the door

room, but why is Walter inside?' Taking a deep breath, she opened the door wider. Sure enough, Walter's voice grew clearer This time, she could finally hear that he was indeed telling a story, specifically historical tales from his elementary school textbooks. Skyla was extremely surprised and couldn't help but peek in to see more. At last, she saw Shakira curled up in the small bed, sleeping soundly, her cheeks flushed with color. Walter sat at the bedside, one hand under the blanket, seemingly rubbing

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lap; it was one of