My Remarried Wife

Chapter 33

That night, she had a dream.

She dreamed that night a month ago. The man held her waist forcibly and plundered her, hot and unrestrained kisses, hot breath, and deep gasps.

Forsythia turned over, lifted the quilt, and opened her eyes.

It was already dawn, and the room was filled with sunshine and morning breath coming in from the window.

Forsythia sat up and leaned against the chair, feeling confused.

How could she meet that man after such a long time?

In her dream, the man was still strong.

But she couldn’t hear his voice.

Forsythia wiped the sweat on her forehead, and her throat suddenly itched. She covered her mouth and coughed a few times. Then she suddenly remembered something and looked at the bed not far away.

Since Richie was still sleeping, Forsythia was afraid of disturbing him, so she had to stop coughing. But her throat was so uncomfortable that she had to get up quickly, barefoot, and hide in the bathroom.

After coughing for a long time in the bathroom, Forsythia squeezed toothpaste to brush her teeth.

Richie had a light sleep. He woke up the moment she turned over, but he didn’t open his eyes.

A moment later, he heard a cough, but it was quickly covered. Then he heard her stand up and go to the bathroom in a hurry.

Then there was a suppressed cough from the bathroom as if she didn’t want him to hear it.

But the room’s area was limited. No matter how hard Forsythia tried to suppress it, the cough would still come out. Besides, it was very quiet around, and there was no chaotic sound. These sounds could be heard by Richie.

Thinking of what Greg had said to him last night.

“Miss Shen is pregnant now. Isn’t it appropriate to sleep on the floor?”

Although it was not wintering now, it was autumn. The floor was only covered with a layer of the quilt, and she was a woman. It was not good for her health to sleep for a long time.

He opened his eyes, blinked, and closed them a moment later.

But all he could think about was the scene that the woman covered her mouth and coughed in the bathroom.

After a while, he irritably lifted the quilt and glanced at the time on the bedside table. There was still an hour left before he got up.

After washing her face and brushing her teeth, Forsythia came out of the bathroom. She was a little embarrassed to find that Richie had gotten up. “I’m sorry. Did I disturb you?”

Hearing this, Richie frowned.

This woman had a bit of self-knowledge and knew that she had disturbed him.

In the evening, Forsythia didn’t wear light clothes to sleep, but she would rush into the bathroom to get dressed every morning when she got up. But she didn’t care about it because she coughed just now.

It was not until now that she saw Richie that she suddenly remembered what had happened, so her action became unnatural.

“Don’t be so gentle. You know you’re disturbing me.”

In the face of his accusation, Forsythia had nothing to refute. Indeed, she had quarreled with him. She could only lower her head, pinch the corner of her clothes, and whisper, “I’m sorry…”

Apology?

Her weak and incompetent look made him even more unhappy.

Didn’t she know how to fight back? She couldn’t control her cough! Whatever he said! Did apology work?

Forsythia lowered her head and didn’t know what to say. The cold eyes of Richie made her uneasy. She wanted to go back to the bathroom.

He didn’t know what was wrong with him, but he felt that Forsythia was different from what he had imagined.

He thought she could fight back well in the face of those people’s bullying, but he didn’t expect that she would not even fight back, and she looked so aggrieved.

“I didn’t mean to wake you up.” Finally, Forsythia looked up at Richie and said.

He pursed his lips into a straight line.

“Come here.”

The expression on Forsythia’s face changed and she shrank her shoulders subconsciously.

She didn’t wear any underwear??

Thinking of this, Forsythia bit her lower lip and stood still.

Suppressing his anger, he raised his eyebrows and asked, “are you deaf?”

Forsythia then walked towards him helplessly, but every step she took was like stepping on the tip of a knife. She looked very awkward, which made Richie helpless.

When she stood in front of him, she almost squatted down.

Squinting his eyes, he tried to pull her away. Forsythia screamed and squatted down.

His hand stopped in midair, and the air was so cold that it was almost frozen.

After a while, he frowned and asked, “what the hell are you doing?”

Forsythia squatted there still.

“What?”

“I… stomachache. “Finally, she found a lame excuse and decided not to get up.

“Stomachache?”

So he thought of what Mathew said to him last night. Did he catch a cold because of the stomachache? Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

Thinking of this possibility, he felt a little irritable.

Richie didn’t say anything, and neither did forsythia.

After a long time, the two of them still maintained their original posture.

Since Richie had a leg disease, he could only sit there without the help of Greg. But Forsythia didn’t dare to stand up, so the two of them could only stay in a stalemate.

She forgot how long she had squatted. Her legs were numb. She looked at him eagerly.

But he didn’t move, and she didn’t dare to move either.

“Why are you looking at me? Don’t expect me to lift you.”

Hearing his words, Forsythia suddenly realized what he meant.

Yes, he couldn’t get up because of his leg disease. His lips moved.”You…Why did you ask me to come here? ”

He didn’t say anything.

“Tell me.”

“Don’t you have a stomachache?”

Forsythia’s face turned pale and nodded, “yes, but…It’s much better now. What can I do for you? ”

“Help me wheel the wheelchair over.”

His eyes fell on the wheelchair not far away. After a pause, Forsythia realized that he wanted to sit on the wheelchair, so she slowly stood up and said, “wait for me for a moment.”

Then she pushed his wheelchair over.

“Help me up.”

Looking up at her face, he asked, “can you do it?”

Looking at the distance between the wheel and the bed, Forsythia stammered, “maybe?”

She had no choice but to help him.

“My legs are too weak. You squat down and lend me your shoulders.”

“Okay.” As for what he said, Forsythia didn’t resist at all and bent down without saying anything.

He put his hand on her shoulder to support her. He was over 185 meters tall, and Forsythia was abnormally petite, even less than 165. Therefore, with the help of his hand, she could hardly bend her waist.

Sweat trickled down his forehead. He withdrew his hand and said, “forget it if you can’t make it.”

Hearing this, Forsythia bit her lower lip and said, “it’s okay. I can do it again. I lost my balance just now.”

Then she changed her position and patted herself on the shoulder, “I can do it. You can borrow some strength.”

However, he suddenly stopped and stared at her.

As soon as she came to her senses, she followed his gaze and found out where he was staring at.