Super Sweetheart of the CEO Daddy
Chapter 1724

Just after seven o'clock, Joseph Grant finished the dinner. He cleaned his hands and served two bowls of rice on the table before he turned to the living room. Alvina Miller was watching a funny show and was focused. She didn't notice that the man came behind her until his fiery palm touched her shoulder. She trembled. "Did you eat? What are you looking at?" Joseph Grant was a little jealous, feeling that this woman's gaze had been separated by a lot of things, instead of focusing on him.

Alvina Miller quickly hid the phone behind her and squinted. "Nothing."

"Hand it over." Joseph Grant's palms reached out and ordered.

Alvina Miller did not dare to commit a crime against his dignity and reluctantly handed her phone over.

Joseph Grant saw that this was a celebrity comedy show, and among them, there seemed to be a band member that Alvina Miller had liked very much before, and his eyes suddenly narrowed dangerously.

Alvina Miller peeked at the man's expression with a guilty conscience, then she explained with a smile: "I think their competition is a little fun."

Joseph Grant gritted his teeth. He was busy cooking dinner for her in the kitchen, but she was fine, lying down on the sofa and enjoying other men playing and having fun.

"Let's eat, don't finish a bowl of rice, and see how I can clean you up." Joseph Grant directly confiscated her phone.

Alvina Miller stood up with a guilty face. She followed him to the table and saw the bowl of rice. It was a solid bowl.

"Give it back to me." Alvina Miller immediately took out her innocence and leaned on the man.

"No." The man had a handsome face, Even though he had spoiled her, he still had to announce his position as the head of the family.

"Okay, let's eat." Alvina Miller found out about things that she couldn't handle even when she was coquettish, so he could only listen to him.

"Wow, you've made these sour dishes?" Alvina Miller glanced at the bowls of vegetables on the table, hot and shredded potatoes, sweet and sour pork, and even the meat and jasmine beans. "Let's eat." Seeing the glow in her eyes, the man's voice was noticeably gentler.

Alvina Miller suddenly felt like she was sorry for him. She immediately walked over and hugged him tightly on his back: "I'm sorry!"

Joseph Grant's tense expression relaxed. He sighed and held out her two small hands. "Alright, I'm not angry. You're bored at home. It's okay to relax by watching some variety shows."

"Don't worry, in my heart, there won't be any other man besides you. You mustn't doubt me. I just like to listen to their songs because they have a lot of content."

"I know." Joseph Grant turned around and looked at her. "I've also heard their songs.

"Have you heard that before?" Alvina Miller was shocked.

"Because it's the song you like to listen to. When I'm free, I'll listen to it. I want to see what magic you have in your favorite song." Joseph Grant's face was ashamed. Courage was needed, because no one wanted to show how humble they were in front of their loved ones.

The mist in Alvina Miller's eyes was flashing. She was really touched. She felt that Joseph Grant was really a perfect man. His love was almost perfect.

"Let's eat, the dishes are going to be cold." Joseph Grant saw that she did not speak, but his eyes were red. He suddenly felt that the atmosphere was too sensational, and he quickly pushed her gently to sit. Alvina Miller took the chopsticks and took a piece of sweet and sour pork. It tasted so good that she suddenly became very appetizing.

In a quiet mountain village, the sky was already dark. In the distance, the peaks were continuous. It had been raining for a week, and the temperature had suddenly dropped a lot.

Wendy Grant put on her thickest down jacket to put on, but she still felt a little cold. When she sang with the children in the afternoon, she felt a little dizzy and did not eat much for dinner because she didn't have much taste.

There was a road outside the door. It was the rice field. There was a frog in the field and Wendy Grant shivered. For some reason, she put on the thin down jacket. Why would she still feel cold?

It's okay to be cold. What's wrong with sweating from the back and forehead? Could it be because she was here now that her physical fitness had deteriorated?

Wendy Grant could not help but lie on the bed and curled up.

When she slept until midnight, Wendy Grant's throat felt painful and his dizziness worsened.

She rolled over and felt that her whole body was aching. She reached out and touched her forehead.

The temperature was hot. She was shocked. When she was done, she really had a cold and was accompanied by a fever.

She reached out to touch her phone and looked at it. It was already over three in the morning. It was really hot at this time. What should she do?

Wendy Grant touched her forehead, so she had to get up to replace some medicine.

Wendy Grant remembered that her mother seemed to have stuffed a pack of medicines in the box. She had to look for it.

Wendy Grant took out her phone, turned on the flashlight, and opened the small medicine bag. There was no antipyretic or cold medicine, only disinfectant and lozenges.

She remembered this. Some time ago, several female students from Blank Smith had a cold, and she gave them all the medicine.

Wendy Grant sighed hard. Could it be that it was so late, would she still have to call Duke?

Hesitantly, Wendy Grant still flipped over to her phone. She closed her eyes. No matter what, the only thing she could ask for help now was him.

As soon as Wendy Grant's phone was dialed, the man answered it in two seconds.

"Wendy, what's wrong?" The man's voice asked her with low and concerned concern.

Wendy Grant's breathing was a little panting. She lowered her voice and said, "Duke, I feel like I have a cold. I'm getting a fever. Can you send me some antipyretics? Will your clinic open at night?" "Wait for me, I'll be right over." Duke finished the call and hung up.

Wendy Grant looked at the phone. She suddenly could not touch it. She bent her legs and sat on the bed. At this moment, someone was willing to rush over for herself.

It was almost an hour. When Wendy Grant heard the dog's barking, she suddenly became nervous.

Then, she heard the dog whispering outside the door. This kind of sound made Wendy Grant suddenly think of Duke's dog called Bobby. Every time he came over, the two dogsof Brosnahan Family would make such a sound of fear.

"Wendy, open the door, it's me." Sure enough, there was a low voice from outside.

Wendy Grant quickly opened the door, and Duke walked in. Before she could stand still, she felt a delicate body flew over her arms. Her two arms were hanging on his neck, and her face was buried in his

arms.

"Thank you for coming. I feel like I'm dying." Wendy's throat was inflamed. Her painful voice was hoarse. She didn't expect a cold to be so ferocious. It would be able to pass by one.

"Don't say stupid things, I'm just catching a cold. I'll take you back now and let the doctor see." Duke was startled, and his handsome face tensed up.

Wendy Grant stumbled with a hum, and felt that her body was vacated, and Duke actually hugged her.

"Stop the door." The man hugged her and walked out, then reminded her.

Wendy Grant closed the door tightly, his two small hands tightly wrapped around his neck, letting him carry her towards the car.

She was still hot now. Her consciousness was a little vague, but she was not afraid at all. Even in this unfamiliar distance, she was no longer afraid..

The man looked at the woman in his arms very quietly. He breathed a little faster and his pace accelerated.

If she changed to the usual appearance, this little woman's mouth was noisy and did not stop for a moment. Now, she was so quiet, but he was not used to it, only to show that she was really sick.