My Husband is a Paralyzed Man

Chapter 3: You?

As he said that, he turned around to return to the kitchen. The two maids immediately approached him and stopped him. "Miss, it's okay."

They get paid to go to the Moore Mansion every day to make breakfast, but Sophie has done everything. Will they lose their job if Chase finds out?

"Mrs." One of the maidservants said slightly dissatisfied, "Both Lily and I are responsible for making breakfast here. You've just come, and you don't have a very good understanding of Mr. Moore's eating habits. You better not make trouble here. "

The other servant immediately echoed him. "Mrs Cole is right. Madam, please don't cook randomly. Mr. Moore doesn't eat breakfast like this. "

Madam Cole looked at the bland breakfast that Sophie had cooked with disdain. "Mr Moore always had milk, ham, and sandwiches given her identity. Madam, you cooked her porridge and cold dishes for her. Isn't that a little too simple? "

A burst of shock crawled Sophie's reddish face, and her face became gloomy.

He lowered his head and gave a small response. "You're right."

Rich people love to be stylish.

When he was at school, the slightly richer students would not go out to eat porridge and side dishes with them in the cafeteria, let alone a person like Chase with such an identity.

He's been kind of silly.

After a while, he adjusted himself and raised his head. He then smiled at Madam Cole brightly. "Then, I'll go and throw it away!"

Lily's dumbfounded. Mrs Cole had gone too far with her words, but the young lady was not angry at all. Instead, he even wanted to take the initiative to throw it away.

Looking at the still hot food on the dining table, Lily could not bear to do that. He immediately stepped forward and stopped Sophie. "Madam, it's useless to throw away the food. Let the servants eat it, then. Just don't make it again in the future. "

Sophie hesitated. "Yes already. I'm going upstairs. "

Therefore, he turned around, and he felt a slight sting around his nose.

He was not well received in the house.

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In the bedroom, the handsome man was sleeping soundly.

Sophie lay down on the side of the bed and peeked at the man's angular facial features. He bit his lips and muttered softly, "The people in town are really pretentious! You want to have milk, ham, and sandwiches for breakfast! I've never even had a sandwich before! How could I possibly know how to make it... "

Before she got married, her aunt had given her some advice repeatedly. Her aunt had told her that a woman should be good at bedding or cooking.

By combining the events that happened the night before as well as everything that happened in the kitchen just now, Sophie felt very sad thinking about it more and more.

He just got married. He did not want his days to be filled with unhappiness.

Chase didn't do anything after kissing her for a while the night before. He was still agitated, thinking his body was unwell. He thought it would be fine even if they didn't. Besides, the cooking ability is good.

But now, her cooking skills were also shunned.

Does this mean that he can only start with an affair in bed, then?

"Hey!" He pursed his lips and looked at his high nose. "If you don't wake up now, I'll kiss you!"

Chase's long brows flickered slightly, but he did not open his eyes.

Seeing her cold, bewitching face, Sophie's heartbeat began to grow faster.

He leaned over and was about to kiss her a few times, but in the end he gave up.

Finally, he retreated like a deflated ball.

"Let's just forget it. Maybe what my aunt said was inaccurate. Happiness is not necessarily related to whether a person sleeps with her husband or not. '

However, in his heart he was still agitated.

At that moment, his phone rang.

That's a call from Jean Leigh, her aunt.

Sophie held onto her phone and ran to the restroom to answer the call.

"Sophie, did everything go well last night?"

When the phone was answered, Jean got straight to the point.

The bathroom door opened slightly, and the sound of Jean, as well as Sophie being crystal clear, was clear. "It didn't go well."

"not healthy? Didn't you do it? "

"No..."

Sophie clasped her phone tightly. "Tante, don't worry. I won't forget it. "

It was just that he had no experience as this was the first time he had married someone.

"I will definitely do my best to deliver a baby with Mr. Moore!"

Getting an answer agreeing with Sophie, Jean heaved a sigh of relief. "Also, don't always call him that. You are now married to him. You should call him your husband. "

A reddish tinge ran down Sophie's face. "I know..."

After she said that, she heard the bedroom door open.

Sophie thought it was the waiter who opened the door and entered. She's afraid her servant is disrupting Chase's sleep. Therefore, he immediately hung up the phone and got out.

But the bedroom was empty. Chase, who had been lying in bed, and a wheelchair by the door, both disappeared.

Sophie ran out.

In the dining room downstairs, a man dressed in black was sitting before the dining table and eating breakfast slowly.

His eyes were still blindfolded with black silk, and he looked very far away.

"Mrs, come and have breakfast!"

Seeing she was about to get off, Madame Cole immediately asked her to come over enthusiastically. "Let's try the food I'm cooking to see if it suits your taste!"

His enthusiastic attitude made one completely unable to relate to his previous rude behavior.

Sophie left obediently.

There was ham, milk, and sandwiches, which Sophie had never eaten before, at the dinner table.

After the incident that happened in the morning, Sophie could not force herself to eat breakfast that did not suit her taste.

Suddenly, he recalled that he seemed to have placed a plate of pickled vegetables in the fridge that morning.

Chase does not like to eat that kind of food, but he can eat it, right?

So he got up and ran to the kitchen. Then, he placed the pickled vegetables in front of him and started eating them very voraciously.

Chase frowned and asked her across the wide dining table, "What are you eating?"

Sophie pursed her lips. "Food you don't like."

The man smiled a little. "How do you know that I don't like it?"

He pouted, and his voice sounded very innocent without any dirt. "Madam Cole said so."

Standing in the distance, Madam Cole felt a chill running down her spine.

There was a piece of black silk on the man's face.

"Totally so." He seemed to be pondering over something, and he spoke in a deep tone, "Why is there something I don't like in the fridge?"

Sophie slightly pursed her lips as an apology. "That's my fault. I didn't learn about your preferences clearly, and I didn't know that you don't eat simple types of food. I made it for you according to what I used to eat, but... "

"Is that so?" Chase slowly put down his milk glass.

The glass knocked on the dining table, issuing a crisp sound filled with a sense of danger. The shock almost made Madame Cole instantly kneel on the floor.

The voice within the man was as cold as winter. "Actually, I don't know it either. I didn't know I didn't like the food you made. "

Sophie had no chance to react to what she meant by that when she precisely pulled the pickled plate of vegetables that was in front of her onto her.

Chase pretended to use his chopsticks to scour the food before he picked up a piece accurately and tasted it.

A taste he had never tried before. There is a spicy taste in the middle of the sour taste and sweetness.

"Your cooking ability isn't bad." He elegantly put down the chopsticks. "Mrs Cole, when did you know that I didn't like this?"

The young lady went up angrily in the morning. He even lay on the side of the bed and claimed that he was pretentious. Is it because she was treated unfairly by Mrs Cole?

The coldness of the man's voice made Madame Cole shudder. Unknowingly, she hid behind Lily.

Chase continued and said, "Mrs Cole, you didn't say anything. Do you feel like you don't have to explain yourself to me, who's blind? "