Filed to story: Healing My Disabled Husband Novel
She got off the bed, walked to the window, and looked at the view outside, but for a moment, she felt that she was plunged into the boundless darkness again.
It was as if those days thirteen years ago had come back again.
However, Martha was no longer the little girl she was thirteen years ago, and her psychological state was no longer comparable to that of thirteen years ago.
She can break free from this emotion by herself, which will make her state of mind extremely peaceful and not be affected in the slightest.
Withdrawing her thoughts, Martha went to the bathroom to wash her face, and then went downstairs.
She went to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, saw that it was full of ingredients, and suddenly decided to cook dishes.
Her cooking skills were very good, but in the past seven years, she didn’t have much chance to cook properly.
Firstly, it was because Douglas was so busy working there that she couldn’t eat properly, let alone cook.
Basically, she went a fixed restaurant and ate a fixed menu. In order to save time, she directly contacted the owner. From the moment she walked out of the company, she asked the owner to help her. When she arrived, she was ready to eat .
It was only when she was eating out with Douglas that she was able to eat better, more normal.
In the past seven years, she had had very few opportunities to cook.
Fortunately, such things as cooking skills were very difficult to forget after she had practiced them.
Now that there were so many ingredients, Martha didn’t want to waste them, but wanted to cook well.
In fact, there was a voice in Martha’s heart telling her that if Douglas could just have a meal when he came back, she didn’t know if he would be happy.
However, it was also possible that the dishes on this table will end up being cold and thrown away.
Martha had difficulty breathing just thinking about it.
She roughly set a menu in her mind, some of which would take time. Martha didn’t delay but started to process the ingredients directly.
Martha decided to make a total of ten dishes.
When Martha finished making the last dish, she heard the sound of a car outside the door.
For an instant, the corners of Martha’s mouth curled up.
She pursed her lips, suppressed the ecstasy in her heart, let herself pretend not to notice, and got into the kitchen, pretending to be very busy.
As Douglas came in, he could smell the aroma of food.
He was a little surprised, walked in slowly, passed the dining room, and saw ten dishes on the table, most of which were main courses that required effort and made him stop involuntarily.
Douglas never knew that Martha had such a skill.
Without any reason, Douglas decided that all these dishes were made by Martha, and he never doubted for a moment that they would be bought by Martha from some restaurants.
Douglas stepped into the kitchen and saw Martha was wiping the stove with a rag in her hand.
This scene, in Douglas’ past life, had never been imagined.
At this moment, Douglas actually had a feeling that this was home.
He approached Martha and stood beside her.
Martha seemed to realize that Douglas was back at this moment, put down the rag in her hand, and looked up at Douglas. Her voice was very soft, a gentleness she had never had before, “You are back.
Just in time for dinner.”
Douglas held Martha’s hand, lifted it up to his eyes and checked her wound. After confirming that there was nothing wrong with it, he said, “Why do you cook so many dishes when you’re injured?”
When Martha’s eyes fell on her finger, she smiled lightly and said, “I’m fine, and it doesn’t hurt.”
Douglas frowned when he heard this, and said, “Didn’t I tell you not to touch water? Are you just taking my words as nothing?”
Martha immediately shook her head and said, “I was wearing gloves.”
She said it confidently, as if after wearing gloves, it didn’t matter at all.
Douglas almost laughed at Martha.
He said, “I have to praise you, don’t I?”
Martha immediately nodded hurriedly and said, “I’ve cooked so many dishes. Don’t you want to taste them?”
Douglas heard this and looked at Martha. It was very rare for Martha to have such a delicate appearance.
Douglas immediately blamed himself. What did he do in the past seven years, and what did he bring to
Martha?
It was clear that she was not a stuffy and boring girl, but for the past seven years, she had disguised herself as that kind of person.
Douglas felt a strong heartache.
Martha didn’t hear Douglas’ answer, so she looked up at him, meeting his complex eyes.
In his eyes, she saw too much distress, which made her dazed for a moment.
She started to have random thoughts uncontrollably again, making her wonder if what she was thinking was correct, but she couldn’t control herself at all.
Martha was inexplicably nervous. She wanted to ask about many things, but she couldn’t.
She just looked at Douglas, hoping, at least before she lost his composure, that Douglas could give her a good answer.
However, no.
Nothing at all.
Douglas just looked at her like this for a long time, and said, “Let’s eat. I happen to be hungry too.”
For so many dishes, even if a chef was invited to cook, it still took some effort, not to mention Martha who didn’t cook often.
In addition to the injury on her finger, it was conceivable that she put in much effort on cooking those.
Douglas was not willing to let her down.
He can perceive the reason why Martha cooked these.
In this way, Douglas didn’t want to disappoint Martha even more.
Martha nodded and said, “Go and wash your hands first. I’ll serve the meal.”
Douglas responded, then went to the table and sat down.
Martha’s cooking skills were very good, and every dish was delicious.
Just looking at the dishes was enough to arouse Douglas’ appetite.
In fact, he came back after dinner, and it was rare for him to go home, so he was naturally kept.
He didn’t expect that he would see those dishes when he came back. Otherwise, he would have come back early to prevent Martha from waiting for him.
Martha quickly came over with two bowls of rice and sat down opposite Douglas.
She said, “During this time, you have been cooking for me. Today I will let you taste the food I cook.”
Douglas looked at Martha. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly. And he was pretending to be relaxed and teased, “Do you want to compete with me?”
Martha tilted her head and said, “If you think about it that way, it’s not impossible.”
Douglas said, “You have already won.”
Martha was amused by his words, and a little embarrassed.
The tips of her ears turned red. She looked down and used the spoon to stir the rice in the bowl, and her tone was full of coquettish anger, “Don’t say that about me.”
Douglas’ eyes flashed with a stream of light. Martha in this appearance was very agile, like a little girl who had been praised, so cute.
Inexplicably, he really wanted to hide this girl in his own world, to prevent anyone from discovering her, and not to let anyone covet her. This beauty was only cherished by him alone.
Such emotions surged up, but in fact there was no need to ask more. Douglas knew exactly what he wanted.
Douglas laughed lowly and said, “What should I say? Should I give you a candy? Or give you a flower?”
Martha frowned and said, “Actually, I’m allergic to hay fever, so I might not be able to afford the flower.”
Mentioning this, Martha felt a little lonely.
There was no girl who didn’t like beautiful flowers, but Martha was that unlucky one, and her allergy was quite serious.
These years, in order not to be discovered by Douglas that she was delicate, she had been taking anti-
allergic drugs.
In fact, she had developed drug resistance, and many anti-allergic drugs had no effect on her.
The doctor had also reminded her that if this continued, her body will really have serious problems.
However, Martha was still stubborn and insisted on taking anti-allergic drugs.
Now, just blurting out like this, Martha was actually very worried about what Douglas will think of herself.
Martha felt that she had really let herself free. In front of Douglas, she no longer hid anything. It was completely a kind of attitude that she was already like this, so it could not be worse.
After hearing Martha’s words, Douglas thought about all the things Martha had been exposed to in the past seven years. Flowers were common.
He didn’t know if she had all the pollen allergies, or just one.
However, in the past seven years, whether she was attending events or simply giving gifts, it was not easy to avoid such common things as flowers.
But, in the past seven years, Martha had never shown the slightest hay fever in front of him.
