Exposing the Charade of Deep Affection (PDF)
Chapter 330

Chapter 330 You Have to Take Responsibility

Not wanting to talk to him, I gave him a cold glance and prepared to leave.

He grabbed my wrist, I tugged it, not expecting him to still be so strong while sick. I turned around, speechless, glaring at him, "Walter, what on earth are you trying to do?"

He looked at me, his dark eyes clear, but with a hint of helplessness and confusion, "You undressed my sleeping robe, not looking, and want to leave?"

I was momentarily speechless, realizing that I had been too flustered

earlier. After putting his pajama pants on him, I had immediately pulled the blanket over him, forgetting to put on his pajama top.

Just, he said what I needed to see. When did I need to see it?

Pursing my lips, I looked at him and said, "Who wants to see, Walter, can't you stop being so narcissistic?"

"Oh!" He began, sounding as if he felt let down because I wasn't looking.

I was left somewhat speechless by him. After changing him into the clean pajamas I had found, I looked at him and asked, "What do you want to eat? Or what do you want to drink?"

His originally vertical eyes lifted slightly, looking at me with a hint of surprise, "Are you going to make it for me to eat?"

Looking at him like this, where was his usual cold and domineering demeanor? He was completely like a puppy. For a moment, I was

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actually in a good mood and said, "If you don't eat, I don't have to cook."

"Anything is fine, I'll eat whatever you make," he quickly spoke up. After finishing, his voice slightly hoarse, he added, "Just don't leave."

Somehow, I couldn't help but feel a bit heartbroken. Since when did this person become so cautious?

Without showing any emotion, I got up and tucked him in, saying, "Then I'll just do as I please, you're not allowed to complain."

He nodded, his thin lips curving upward in a charming smile, "Good!"

After leaving the study, I couldn't help but feel a bit foolish. How did I inexplicably end up staying to cook for him when I was clearly supposed to leave?

How did this even leave anything for him to eat, it completely turned into a virtuous wife and good mother taking care of a patient.

Although I was upset, I couldn't just turn around and leave. I couldn't just abandon this person, after all, he got sick because of me.

Making some food for him wasn't a big deal, especially since I was also hungry.

Thinking this way, I felt much better. I looked for ingredients in the kitchen. I didn't know how long it had been since Walter last touched the fridge at home. Many things inside were no longer edible. Fortunately there were some dry goods that could be used. There were also some ingredients left by the previous housekeeper, so it was possible to make some simple dishes.

I was not as good at cooking as my mother, truly because I lacked the talent. But fortunately, with some effort, I could manage to make some things that were barely edible.

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The tomato and egg noodles were not exactly delicious, but they were edible and could barely satisfy one's hunger.

After it was cooked, I carried it into the study. Walter looked a bit better. When I entered, he was feigning sleep with his eyes closed, leaning on the bed. Upon hearing the noise, he looked over at me. Catching sight of the noodles in my hand, he raised his eyebrows slightly, "Noodles?"

I nodded, placing the meal in front of him and said, "Just make do with this, there's nothing else at home."

He didn't say much, but sat up straight. I set up a small table for him on the bed, served him some noodles, and said, "Let me know if there isn't enough salt."

He grunted softly, took a bite with his head bowed elegantly. Judging from his expression, I really couldn't tell whether he found it delicious or not. I wasn't in the mood to listen to his comments either. I hadn't eaten anything since morning and was starving. I walked to the side and started eating my own portion.

Starving as I was, I naturally had no mood to chat with him.

Unwillingly, as I was eating in a hurry, a man's voice suddenly came from beside my ear, "Tabatha, you kissed me while I was asleep."

"Pili...cough, cough, cough." I was caught off guard and started choking, coughing frantically. It took me a while to stop, then I frowned at him, "When did I kiss you?"

He looked at me, his expression serious and calm, "I felt it, the medicine was very bitter."

Huh!

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Wasn't this person so feverish at that time that they didn't recognize their own family? How could they still remember?

Looking at him, I said, "You remembered it wrong."

He raised an eyebrow, "So, you really kissed me?"

I...

Forget it, I just need to avoid talking to this person. I kept my head down, cating, pretending to be deaf.

Seeing me silent, the one on the bed spoke again, "Since you kissed, you have to take responsibility."

Me?

Furrowing my brows at him, I gritted my teeth a bit, "Responsible?"

He, however, was serious and solemn, "Hmm, you said before that we were divorced and had no entanglements, but now you've taken advantage of me, done everything you should see, touch, and kiss. One cannot be irresponsible."

For a moment, I felt like hitting someone. Looking at him, I was almost amused to the point of laughter, "Walter, you're joking with me, right?"

His face was serious, "I'm not joking, Tabatha, are you trying to deny what you've done?"

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