Healing my disabled husband
Chapter 512 She Is Wronged Too

Chapter 512 She is wronged too

Douglas observed Martha's expression, and in an instant, he understood what she was thinking.

At the moment when he knew her mind clear, Douglas was so angry and dumbfounded at the same time.

What the hell was this woman thinking? If he wanted to be misunderstood, did she really think she can guard against it?

Martha raised her face, looked at Douglas, and asked, "Can I go back now?"

Even if it was just to go back to get things, Martha wanted to do it as soon as possible.

Douglas said, "Okay, let's go."

Martha bit her lip, trying to suppress the urge to say that she could go back and get things by herself.

Without any delay, the two returned to Martha's residence.

At this moment, it was already morning, and the neighborhood was bustling with activity.

Most of the residents in this community were elderly people, and they were all out to bask in the sun now.

Douglas' car was clearly out of place here.

However, the elderly had already went through a lot. Even if they were attracted by the sudden appearance of luxury car and the young people, they would not think too much or gossip. At their age, they were too lazy to gossip about other people's affair.

Martha got out of the car and searched the vicinity, wanting to see if her slipper was still there, but, sure enough, to her disappointment, the slipper was gone.

Martha said, "Wait for me for a while. I will come down soon."

She wouldn't be thinking about playing tricks with Douglas right now.

It was really not necessary anymore.

Douglas had already got out of the car, walked over, and said, "I'll go up with you."

Martha wanted to refuse subconsciously, but when she saw Douglas' eyes, she knew very well that she had no way to refuse.

Helpless, Martha could only nod and let Douglas go upstairs with her.

Martha lived on the third floor. The stairs were narrow. The handrails were loose, and there was even a lot of dust on them.

She was very overcautious that Douglas probably had never been to such a place before.

She was really worried about whether Douglas would have any physical discomfort.

Martha was secretly observing Douglas' expression, and was relieved to see that it was as usual. He didn't feel uncomfortable at all.

Douglas even seemed to be a little finicky in many things.

So, in a place like this, it was a complete surprise to Martha that he hadn't lost his temper.

Martha opened the door, still feeling a little uneasy. She didn't really want to let Douglas in, and was still trying to struggle.

She turned around and said, "Mr. Torres..."

"I've already come up, so you want to drive me down?" Douglas raised his eyebrows. His appearance clearly meant to say: "If you dare to think so, I'll strangle you to death." Martha did think so, but dared not say it.

Douglas said, "You should be glad that we're on the third floor. If it's thirteenth, you can see if I will push you down."

Martha turned away immediately, and opened the door to let Douglas in.

Douglas snorted in satisfaction.

He walked inside. The layout could be seen clearly. It can be said that it surprised Douglas very much.

He didn't even know how Martha would allow herself to live in such a place.

For him, this was not a place for people to live at all.

As soon as he walked in, he felt a sense of depression.

That was Martha's home. The orientation of it was quite good. The sunlight can shine in, making her home quite bright.

But the roof was so low that Douglas felt that something was pressing on top of his head.

Martha said, "Sit down. I'll go and tidy things up."

Douglas' eyes fell on a small sofa. To be honest, with his long legs, sitting on such a sofa would really make him feel uncomfortable.

However, Douglas still sat down on the sofa, which was considered to be the respect for Martha.

Martha breathed a sigh of relief again, went to fetch a bottle of mineral water for Douglas, and then went back to the room to sort things out. In fact, she had nothing to tidy up.

She wasn't planning on staying with Douglas permanently either. If she got the chance, she'd want to leave.

So, in just fifteen minutes, Martha got them sorted.

Douglas knew what she was thinking when he saw that she was only carrying a small travel bag, which wasn't even full.

He licked inside his cheek lightly, but didn't say much.

He had offered her the opportunity. Since she was so ungrateful, she shouldn't blame him.

"Done?" Douglas stood up from the sofa. His voice was emotionless.

Martha nodded and said, "It's done. Let's go."

Douglas nodded and said, "Let's go. I've been spending so much time with you. I'm hungry. Go eat first."

Martha really wanted to talk back that she didn't make him to this. She was wronged if he blamed her so much.

But, what can be done? He was such a person.

The two came down from upstairs and returned to the car, but Martha didn't say another word.

Anyway, from now on, what she was about to face was a life in prison. Her current mood can be described as a life devoid of meaning.