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

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

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

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worry about me. I can handle it myself." As Shakira spoke, she wrapped herself

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 actually quite nice! After listening for a while, Shakira clicked into the live stream, putting her phone down to let the sound

colder?" Shakira suddenly felt a chill at the

the man's icy voice cut in unexpectedly, "You can handle it just fine,

coldly furious Walter,

sarcastically. "Am I interrupting your

It's soft, and if I listen for a while, maybe I can fall

listen, but

felt dizzy. 'Is it the pain from my period that's making my brain go blank? Why can't I understand why Walter is suddenly so irrationally angry?" "No, young

emphasized each word sarcastically, "My voice is

sighed in resignation. "Young master has a nice voice, but young master won't sing for

in annoyance. "Do you have

necessarily; stories work

up

expectantly and took the initiative. "Are you going

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Skyla couple returned

in the living room using

his head. "The young master

late. I'll go wake Shakira so she doesn't sleep too long. Otherwise,

and gently turned the doorknob. But just as she pushed, the door open, she heard a low, gentle -voice coming from

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

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was one of his childhood extracurricular reading