Catherine Jones and Shaun Hill
Chapter 2940

Chapter 2940

Charity quickly took the medicine box and went to Chester's room.

Chester had barely put on his pajama pants, and he was sitting on the edge of the bed, panting and putting on his artificial limbs. With that appearance, Charity felt somewhat uncomfortable.

"Chester, isn't it uncomfortable? Why are you still getting up? Lay down." Charity asked and pushed Chester onto the bed.

Chester was a little awkward, "Charity, I'm fine. I can take care of myself."

"Shut up." Charity took out the thermometer from the box and said, "Put it under your arm."

Chester obediently stuffed the thermometer under the armpits. If it was changed to before, no woman would dare say such things to him. But now, he was very happy to be replaced by Charity. On the contrary, he still had an indescribable benefit and felt comforted in his heart, "Charity, I will listen to you whatever you say."

Charity gave him a strange look.

In the past, Chester was a cold-blooded and ruthless wolf, but now, he was like a husky who could wag his tail.

"Are you hungry?" Charity asked.

"You want to cook for me yourself?" Chester said. His eyes lit up.

"You are so burned out. You want me to cook for you? That's a dream, but I can let your nanny do it." Charity smiled. Men were sometimes too cheap, and she didsn't want to be obedient to Chester. Chester was too obedient before, how could he spoil himself later.

Charity remembered it all.

"Yes, I can let the nanny do it, and I feel heartbroken if you do it. Your little hands are so pretty, you shouldn't be doing housework." Chester was not disappointed, "I'll just eat some porridge. I'm not hungry, I don't feel like I have any appetite."

"I'll go downstairs and ask." Charity turned around and went downstairs.

The nanny saw Charity, so she asked, "Is Mr. Jewell hungry? I made some porridge in the morning, and I also made some Cantonese dim sum."

"Yes, I'll serve it up." Charity said.

The nanny breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly served the porridge.

The nanny Chester hired was a good cook.

Charity picked out a few snacks. She ate breakfast at home and saw these snacks.

After carrying things upstairs, Charity took out the thermometer and saw that the temperature had reached 39 degrees and said, "The fever is quite high, why don't I send you to the hospital?"

"I don't want to get an injection." Chester shook his head.

"Then you eat something and take some medicine later." Charity didn't force him.

Chester leaned on the bedside table. His handsome face was flushed red, and he looked pitiful, "Charity, I don't have the strength, can you feed me?"

Charity pursed her lips until Chester pulled her clothes off and shook her. Shake, that look is as pitiful as it needs to be.

Charity was speechless for a while, but finally picked up a spoon and fed him porridge, asking, "What did you do last night? You caught a cold. Could it be that your ex-fiancée went to jail, felt uncomfortable, and worried? You must have had a fever all night."

Chester was overwhelmed and said, “Thank you, it's not my fiancée, my fiancée is Charity."

Charity sneered, "I don't know who was going to marry Cindy back then."

"Isn't that unfinished? Besides, we're not engaged." Chester choked on the porridge, saying, "Besides, I personally sent Cindy to prison, so don't blame me."

"You send Cindy to prison. Then what should your mother do about her illness?" Charity asked earnestly, "In the future, your mother will need a blood transfusion, but no one will give it to her."