Love after divorce - Chapter 356

Chapter 356:

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A minute after Carson woke up, he realized that he was shameless enough to stay in bed like a child. It was too embarrassing and humiliating…

“Let’s eat.” Violet brought a bowl of porridge and placed it in front of Carson. Who would have thought that this guy would turn a blind eye to it? It was completely unforgivable!

“What are you doing here?” It was fine if this guy didn’t appreciate it, but why did he look like he was going to die?

“To check if you are dead. Do you think I am willing to do that? If it wasn’t for your housekeeper…” Violet suddenly felt that even if she told him everything, he might not understand clearly.

“Have you finished checking? You can go now.”

“I am warning you, Carson. If you continue to talk to me like this, I will really leave.”

The sick Carson seemed to have turned into another person, full of hostility toward everyone. All the thorns on his body stood up, pointing at anyone who got too close.

Carson didn’t say anything and buried himself under the quilt.

Then, he seemed to hear Violet’s angry voice as she turned to leave. He sighed slightly and crawled out of the quilt silently.

She still couldn’t stand his temper and left in anger.

After a while, the door opened again. He thought it was Monica, his housekeeper, asking him to take his medicine again, so he decided to just lay there and ignore her. That way, Monica would have no choice but to leave.

Unfortunately, Monica came in and rudely lifted his quilt. Carson opened his eyes to see Violet standing in front of his bed, looking at him. “Why haven’t you left yet?”

Even Carson himself didn’t realize that when he said this, his indifferent tone hid a hint of surprise.

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“I will help you to the end. When did you see me not help a stray cat or dog?” Violet said righteously. “Get up quickly, drink the porridge, and then take the medicine.”

Damn, had he really reached the same level as a stray cat or dog…

“I won’t, I won’t take the medicine.” Carson’s expression was resolute.

“Then get an IV drip. Pick one of the two options. It’s up to you.” Violet’s attitude was also very tough.

“Then feed me.”

Violet’s face was full of patience.

“I am a patient, so you have to take care of me,” Carson stated matter-of-factly. “Didn’t you say you would help when you saw stray cats and dogs? Why is it that now a living person needs your help, but you are scolding him instead?”

She had to admit that the sick Carson’s tongue was sharper than before. It was impossible for her not to help him.

It was the first time in Violet’s life that she had fed someone, and she was doing it for Carson.

“Hey, can you feed me a little slower? I haven’t swallowed it yet, but you’re already feeding me so quickly… How can I finish after you’ve fed me so much?”

“You…”

For the noble cause of helping strays, she endured it. Finally, after a long time, Carson finished a bowl of porridge.

At that moment, Violet took out the legendary small pill that could cure colds and fevers. Carson lost his confidence in an instant.

“Can I not eat it?”

Violet smiled and shook her index finger.

Carson frowned and put the pill in his mouth. After drinking a cup of water, he still couldn’t swallow the pill. He rushed to the bathroom and vomited.

Violet witnessed everything beside him, almost bursting into laughter.

Can you imagine a man who is 1.87 meters tall struggling to swallow a pill the size of his pinky fingernail? What she saw that day was an eye-opener.

Violet recalled a joke from a cartoon she had watched before.

“Carson, I suddenly remembered a cartoon character that is very suitable for you.”

Carson was desperately pouring water into his mouth. As soon as he heard Violet mention the cartoon character, his eyes lit up.

“Who is it? Jimmy Kudo or Naoki Irie? Which handsome guy?”

“It’s not a handsome guy; it’s Ah Shuai. Did you read that comic? You are just like him.” Carson rolled his eyes.

“I have evidence. Did you know that Ah Shuai was hospitalized once? He wrote a letter to his deskmate, Chubby Girl, while in the hospital. Do you remember?”

Carson shook his head.

“Ah Shuai told Chubby Girl that his throat was sore and that it usually took him an hour to take a pill.

Then, he mentioned that he had to take medicine three times a day, taking eight pills at a time. Hahaha…” Violet laughed, finding that she was the only one enjoying the joke. Carson looked at her as if she were a chimpanzee in a tree.

What an incomprehensible style! That was exactly it.

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