Spoiled By The President: My Wife Is A Little Sweet
Chapter 633 He Got Hurt

Chapter 633 He Got Hurt

"All right. I had nothing better to do, and there were some perfectly nice ingredients in the fridge, so I cooked. Just wait in the dining room. Lunch will be ready soon."

Max nodded before adding.

"Let me help you set the table."

Laura didn't stop him.

Max took the forks and knives and walked out.

Soon, the soup was ready.

Laura put the soup and the dishes on the table. Finally, lunch started.

She was indeed a good cook. Even if she hadn't cooked for ages, the food was still delicious.

Max was happy that she cooked for him, so he ate more than usual.

After lunch, Max volunteered to do the dishes.

Laura just let him.

However, after Max went to the kitchen with the dishes, she found that she had overestimated his ability to do housework.

She heard him give a cry in the kitchen, which was followed closely by a loud crash.

A plate shattered into pieces on the floor.

"What's going on?"

Laura rushed into the kitchen to check on Max...

... Only to see him waving his hands at her in haste. "Oh... Nothing."

He bent over to pick up the broken pieces as he spoke.

Nerves kicking in, Laura blurted out, "Careful..."

Before she could finish her sentence, the broken piece had left a small cut on his finger.

Suddenly, blood gushed out of the wound.

Nervous, Laura rushed over to help.

"What's going on?"

Max frowned at the small cut on his finger.

He put his hand behind his back, trying to hide it.

"I'm fine. I didn't get hurt."

But how could he hide anything from Laura?

She grabbed his hand and snapped, "Stop Lying!"

Max paused for a moment, letting Laura have his hand.

Laura held his hand, feeling sorry to see a small cut on his finger.

"Does it hurt? Hold on. I'll go get the medical kit."

She turned around and was about to walk away as she spoke.

But before she took a step, she was dragged into his arms, with her cheek leaning on his warm chest.

Max held her and said, "Don't bother. It doesn't hurt."

Laura was mad hearing that.

"Oh come on. It's a big cut. We have to do something about it! Let me get the first-aid kit."

Max chuckled behind her back.

Laura was annoyed to see him still laughing when he hurt himself.

Max let go of her arm and turned her around to face him.

Then he smiled, "Laura, I'm happy to see you care so much about me."

She froze.

She never expected that Max would be thinking about this.

Laura found what he said was ridiculous, "Sounds like I didn't care about you before."

Max puckered his lips, saying nothing.

Having said that, Laura now realized that she hadn't paid much attention to him in the past.

She blushed.

After some time, she pulled herself free.

"Well, let go of me now. Let's do something about your wound."

This time, Max let her go.

Laura went to the living room and found the medical kit immediately.

She came back to the kitchen with it, put some ointment on his finger.

In fact, a small cut was nothing to Max.

But he couldn't stop Laura from taking it seriously.

Besides, he enjoyed the feeling of being the center of her attention.

Max's lips curved into a smirk as he thought of this.

Laura grumbled as she applied the ointment, "It looks like a minor injury, but it might get worse if handled improperly."

Listening to her, Max knew Laura was really worried about him, his heart filled with warmth.

The wound was dressed soon.

Laura looked at the broken pieces on the floor and the unwashed dishes in the sink, saying, "Get out of here and let me deal with all this."

Max felt a little embarrassed.

"But you've been working hard today, and I..."

"But you're not helping here. Just get out."

Laura pushed Max out of the kitchen as she spoke.

Max had no choice but to stand outside the kitchen.

He was born into a rich family, and always had maids to serve him.

He didn't need to worry about household chores at home, nor had he ever washed a cup before.

Max had never thought this would be a problem, but today, he felt embarrassed somehow, as well as guilty.

"Laura, do you think I'm a good-for-nothing?"

With that in mind, he asked in an injured tone.

Shocked, Laura looked up at him.

She noticed the disappointment in his eyes and suddenly realized something, bursting out laughing.

Watching her, Max knew with much more certainty that Laura must be laughing at him.

His face darkened all of a sudden.

Laura shook her hands at once and smiled, "I'm not laughing at you. We all have our strengths and weaknesses. Just be good at what you should do. Don't worry about this. It's just housework. No big deal." She was telling the truth.

They were both very busy.

They hardly had the time to eat at home, nor did they have the time for housework.

Max's face brightened up when he heard what she said.

After she was done cleaning up the kitchen, they went upstairs.

Since they had nothing to do, the two took a nap.

When Laura got up in the afternoon, Maria called her to confirm the schedule from the day after tomorrow with her.

Laura asked for only one thing: the shooting had to be done in three days.

Because she needed to come back to pick up her mother from the hospital three days later.

Maria agreed to negotiate with the brand owner about this, and Laura could take off once the date was settled.

Two days later, Laura flew to Lessia.

This time, she was doing a photo shoot for a luxury fashion brand, so the shooting location was set in a fancy building.

Laura arrived the night before the shooting began. Since the lighting wasn't good enough for the shooting at night, it would start the next day.

Laura checked in and sent a text message to Max right away, telling him she had arrived safely.

She had thought she would get a reply immediately.

However, she hadn't received one after a long time.

Staring at the phone, Laura frowned.

She was a little surprised, but she put it behind her at the thought that Max might be busy with something.

So she didn't think a whole lot of it.

The shooting officially started the next day.