My Husband, Warm The Bed
Chapter 1303

The living conditions of Silvia's house were incomparable to that of West Side. In this snowy weather, the scenery at West Side was exquisite, while at her house, the only thing that could be seen were the imprints on the snow formed by the car tyres.

"Mrs. Turner, Miss Turner, we are arriving soon. It's drizzling now. Should I drop you off at the community entrance or the underground parking lot?" The driver that Stanley arranged was quite polite to Mrs. Turner and Silvia.

"Please stop in front of the supermarket outside the community. We'll get off there." After getting out of the car, Mrs. Turner politely thanked the driver and waited for the car to drive off before making a move. "Silvia, why don't you accompany me to buy some food from the supermarket? I'll cook you something delicious later." Silvia remained gloomily silent and Mrs. Turner did not ask anything because she understood her. However, she had to replace something to distract Silvia.

"Okay." Silvia really wanted to be more enthusiastic and not let her mother be worried about her. However, because Silvia had not eaten for three days, she was weak and listless.

"It's been a while since you ate my homemade steamed seabass, right? Why don't I cook it tonight? What do you think?" Mrs. Turner knew that seabass was good for healing wounds and was most suitable for Silvia to eat at the moment.

"Sure. I will like whatever you cook." Mrs. Turner's steamed bass was not only delicious, but the fish was so tender that it would melt in the mouth. Silvia was already hungry thinking about it.

"Let's go to the supermarket to buy the fish first." Mrs. Turner led Silvia into the supermarket. When Mrs. Turner was choosing the fish, Silvia saw some shrimps in the water tank next to her. She thought of the delicious shrimp and said to Mrs. Turner, "Mom, let's buy some shrimps."

"Silvia, you can't eat shrimp now. I will cook that for you when your wound is healed." Given Silvia's wound, no matter how much Silvia wanted to have shrimp, and Mrs. Turner wanted to cook them, they could not have shrimp fortheir meal.

"Oh... okay then." Silvia hugged her mother's arm and rubbed her head against her mother's arm. "Mom, I'm really happy to have you by my side."

"I'm happy to have you by my side." Suddenly, the thought of Silvia hurting herself flashed across Mrs. Turner's mind. She teared up as she said, "Silvia, don't do anything to scare me again in the future." "Mom, you and Dad gave me my life. I've always taken my life very seriously. This world is so beautiful and I'm not willing to die yet." Silvia did not plan on really hurting herself, so the wound on her wrist was not deep. If she really wanted to die, she would have made sure to bleed out before Jayden could come.

"Silvia, don't lie to me." Silvia was Mrs. Turner's only family left in the world. She was the only person Mrs. Turner could rely on. Mrs. Turner could not even imagine what would happen if Silvia was gone. "Mom, I'm really fine. Don't worry about me. Look, I'm in better shape now." Silvia had always said that she would take good care of her mother. However, in the end, not only did she not do so, but she made her mother worry! She was being really unfilial.

"Well, as long as you have thought it through." Mrs. Turner smiled. "You haven't eaten well in a while. You must be very hungry. Let's go home quickly."

"Mom, don't just think about me. Let's pick something that you like to eat." "Alright."

Mrs. Turner agreed, but in the end, all she bought was Silvia's favorite food.

After returning home, Mrs. Turner told her, "Silvia, go lie down for a while."

"Mom, I'm not tired, I don't want to lie down." Silvia had been lying down for three days and her whole body was weak. If she continued to lie down, she would become useless! Hence, she did not want to lie down anymore.

Mrs. Turner said again, "Then sit there and watch TV for a while. I will cook."

Mrs. Turner went into the kitchen while Silvia sat in the living room and watched some TV.

The news was on, reporting that the number of tourists in Madison City doubled after the heavy snowfall and gave the city's economy a boost.

This was no new news for the past few years. Silvia was bored so she changed the channel. Now, a television series was on.

The scene was showing the male lead meeting with the female lead after a long time. The female lead was in tears as she asked the man, "Where's that mole? Where is it? I clearly remember that you have a mole here."

The series was well written and the cast was great. This was already Silvia's third time watching it, but she was still deeply engrossed with the show.

The male lead was seriously injured. After ten years, he came back but he was completely unrecognizable. The female lead could not recognize him at all.

Jayden also had injuries. Now that the weather was unpredictable, would he suffer from a relapse?

If he had a high fever again, who was going to take care of him?

Would Carson have to sit by his side and take care of him?

Thinking of this, Silvia became restless.

Why did she think of Jayden again?

She thought that if she left that place and not see him or hear him anymore, she would not think about him again. But right now, all she could think of was him. Why?

For him, she was just a cheap substitute. Why should she worry about him?

Stop thinking about him! Stop thinking about him!

Silvia kept telling herself this, but she could not get Jayden out of her mind.

"Silvia, why are you crying? Are you not feeling well?" Mrs. Turner prepared fruits for Silvia to fill her stomach. When she came out, she saw Silvia crying.

She was crying?

Did she cry?

Why did she not know it?

Silvia immediately grabbed some tissues to wipe away her tears and forced a smile. "Mom, I'm fine. I was watching TV."

"Silvia..." Mrs. Turner picked up the remote control and switched to another channel. Then she looked at Silvia with worry. "It's a weekend, right? Why don't you invite Reagan, Lemur, and Audrey here for dinner?"

Silvia said, "Mom, I cried because of the television series. Why don't I accompany you to cook?"

"Your wrist is injured. You should rest." Mrs. Turner gave her the fruits. "Eat some fruits. I'll continue to cook."

"Okay." Silvia nodded and watched her mother walk into the kitchen.

Looking at her mother's thin frame, she could not help but to feel a gush of emotions.

As Silvia recalled, her mother was a person who paid special attention to her image. Even if she went downstairs to buy a pack of salt, she would still dress up beautifully.

But earlier, when her mother went to West Side to pick her up, she was just wearing plain clothes under her jacket. Her hair was simply tied up... Mrs. Turner had never left the house like that before. From her mother's outfit, Silvia could guess that she must have been so worried that she did not care how she looked.

"Mom, don't worry! I will never let you worry about anything again."