Filed to story: Healing My Disabled Husband Novel
After they ended the call, Matilda’s smile lingered.
Holding her cell phone, she stood on the balcony, still finding it hard to believe how she had become like this.
She was becoming less and less like herself, a version of herself she had never thought she would become.
She can not say what kind of feeling she was having.
It was novelty, not dis-likeable.
Moreover, she liked it more.
There was a knock on the door, and Matilda came to herself and went over.
As soon as she opened the door, she saw Francis and August standing at the door, looking at her helplessly. “What are you doing? I can’t get through.”
Matilda remembered her phone call with Miles. With a laughter, she said, “What’s wrong?”
“Go down and eat. Aren’t you hungry? We’re both starving,” said Francis.
It wasn’t the meal time when they were on the plane, and Francis had always been very averse to airplane food, believing it to be the worst thing in the world.
Therefore, as soon as he settled his luggage, he couldn’t wait to find the two of them for dinner.
Matilda was really hungry when she heard Francis’ words.
She touched her belly and asked, “So, what are we going to eat?”
“The Curry Chef in Canport. I’ve already made a reservation, and you’re going to love it,” Francis said.
Without further delay, Matilda grabbed her backpack and went out.
The three went directly from the hotel to the restaurant. However, they underestimated the traffic jam in
Canport.
Matilda rested her chin on the window and looked at Francis. “Mr. Snider, are you sure you don’t want something else to eat first? I think you’re going to get carsick.”
At their speed, by the time they arrived at the restaurant, they might have already died, let alone if they had any appetite to continue eating.
Francis said, “No, we’re almost there.”
Matilda had no choice but to let Francis do what he wanted.
She wondered how good The Curry Chef was to make Francis want it so badly.
Finally, more than half an hour later, they arrived at the restaurant.
Francis was already carsick and stroked his stomach as he got out of the car.
But he did it for food.
The three of them entered a room. Before they arrived, Francis had ordered a few dishes and had
Matilda and August add a few to their liking.
When the food was served, Francis was still holding his forehead, looking listless.
Matilda poured him a cup of barley tea and said, “Mr. Snider, you’re exaggerating. It’s just a meal. Why are you doing this to yourself?”
“Would it be the same?” Francis said, finally suppressing the discomfort in his stomach after a cup of barley tea.
He said, “Why do you think I brought you to Canport a day early?”
Matilda and August looked at each other and really didn’t know.
Francis said, “Just to eat the food here. I tell you, this place is very difficult to book. I used a little bit of connections to book it.”
“Mr. Snider,” Matilda said, “If you set my expectations high, you’re not afraid I’ll be disappointed?”
“I still have that confidence,” Francis said.
Matilda smiled and said, “That’s true. Your taste can be trusted.”
The food was finally served, and Francis immediately perked up, not the least bit carsick.
Matilda and August were helpless. They had seen people change their expressions so quickly, but they had never seen anyone recover so quickly.
But, these dishes really did look very appetizing.
Matilda had picked up her fork and was about to taste the meal that Francis had boasted about.
Matilda was really surprised when she took the first bite.
Her eyes lit up. She gave Francis a thumbs up and said, “Mr. Snider, you’re a gourmet. The food is really good.”
With that, Matilda took out her phone and took a picture of the table.
Francis and August looked at Matilda in unison. “Since when do you take pictures?” They asked, puzzled
The three of them used to eat together, but no one ever took a picture of the food.
Matilda sent Miles the photo and said, “No, I’m not used to it. I’m just sending it to someone.”
Their eyes fell on Matilda, and they always felt that Matilda seemed to have changed a lot, so they were a little bit not used to it.
Matilda put her phone away and looked up to see them looking at her. “What’s wrong?” She asked, puzzled. “Is there something on my face?”
“We haven’t seen each other for a long time,” Francis said. “Why do I feel like you’ve changed so much?”
Matilda said, “Did I? Mr. Snider, don’t talk nonsense.”
Francis said, “So tell me, why did you suddenly take a picture?”
Matilda looked at Francis and said, “Mr. Snider, aren’t you too curious?”
Hearing Matilda say that, Francis probably guessed something.
He looked at Matilda, then at August, and sighed silently.
Francis said, “Well, I don’t want to know. Let’s eat.”
When Matilda was almost full, she forced herself to put the fork down.
“If it isn’t for the press conference tomorrow, I’d really like to eat some more,” she said helplessly, holding her chin.
Although the dishes were delicious, they still tasted quite strong.
Despite her natural beauty, Matilda also needed to keep an eye on her body control.
“If you like it, you can eat as much as you want after the conference,” Francis said. “Eat as much as you like. It’s on me.”
Matilda was amused. She looked at Francis and said helplessly, “Mr. Snider, you make me sound like a greedy cat.”
August laughed, too, and his eyes fell on Matilda’s face. For a moment, the emotion in his eyes could not be concealed.
Matilda, however, did not notice.
She was looking down at her cell phone, texting Miles.
The look on Matilda’s face, too, was unabashedly sweet.
That look, in the eyes of Francis and August, was a different story.
In August’s eyes, in particular, it was a “death sentence”.
Francis noticed something was wrong with August, tapped him on the shoulder and gave him a look.
August looked over at Francis and gave him a bitter smile.
Matilda put away her cell phone and saw the two of them winking at each other.
She frowned suspiciously and asked, “What are you two doing?”
“Nothing,” said Francis. “You’ve had your fill. Let’s go back and be fresh for the press conference tomorrow.”
Matilda looked at Francis suspiciously, always finding his expression strange.
But she didn’t ask any questions.
After the three people got out of the restaurant, the number of vehicles on the road was obviously less, so they arrived at the hotel much smoother.
Matilda was still texting Miles, feeling the clock was ticking.
Back at the hotel, the three returned to their rooms.
Matilda spoke to Miles and went into the bathroom to take a bath.
By the time she got out, two hours had passed.
She wiped her hair dry and didn’t notice any new messages coming in from her cell phone.
When the doorbell rang, Matilda looked suspiciously towards the door, not knowing who might be looking for her.
Putting the towel aside, Matilda walked over, didn’t open the door immediately, but looked through the peephole.
When she saw who was outside, Matilda’s eyes widened.
She opened the door of the room and looked at him in surprise. “What are you doing here?”
Matilda got excited and jumped on Miles.
Miles put his arm around her waist, took a few steps inside, and kicked the door shut.
Matilda held Miles’ face in her hands, pinching it from side to side, as if unsure if the person in front of her was real.
