A Wild and Hot Cutie novel Chapter 215

Alisa meets Davis's concern eyes. She turns away sadly and refuses to look at him.

He comes over with heavy steps and stands on the edge of her bed. Alisa closes her eyes and can feel the temperature of his eyes.

His big hand takes her small hand suddenly and puts it on his face.

"You're right. I'm a jerk. You can hit me!"

Alisa tries to take back her hand and not let him pull it.

Davis is so powerful that she can't control him. She lets him take her hand and hits him hard in the face.

"That's enough, Davis. Don't do this. It's in the hospital. Don't embarrass me!"

Alisa pulls back her hand.

Davis doesn't force her any more.

"Alisa…" A voice of concern comes from outside the door.

Davis's face become gloomy immediately, and he looks at the man with hostility.

Alisa sits up and Sam comes in with fruit in his hand with smile.

"Alisa, I heard you were ill. What are you feeling now?"

Alisa shakes her head feebly. She glances at Davis quietly. He stands on the edge of the hospital bed. Neither going out nor quarreling with Sam. However, Alisa can see the anger in his eyes. He is trying to tolerate it.

"Sam, I'm fine. It's just an inflammation of the appendix. I have been put on a drip. The doctor says I will be fine."

"Is it inflammation of the appendix? Be careful not to eat cold or raw food."

Alisa smiles at Davis and says, "Ha ha, I'm fine with him here."

Sam doesn't stop for a long time either. He brings the dishes he made by himself, leaves them to Alisa, and then leaves.

Davis doesn't say a word from beginning to end. Maybe Alisa is really sick this time. He really cares about her from his heart.

"Oh, Miss Alisa, Mr. Sam brought you sweet and sour pork ribs!" When Ann opens the lunch box, the aroma of sweet and sour pork ribs comes out, which dilutes the taste of medicine in the ward.

Alisa is really hungry. She picks up the chopsticks immediately and says, "Come on, bring them to me."

Since she is pregnant with a child, Alisa feels like drooling as soon as she smells the acid and spicy, which is a strange reflection.

Just when the chopsticks is stretched out, and before it gets the food , it is interrupted by a domineering big hand.

The rib falls on the quilt, leaving a large oil stain on the quilt, and then rolls to the ground.

Alisa looks at Davis in amazement, and Ann is shocked and remains motionless.

Davis picks up the whole dish and throws it into the garbage can.

"You can’t eat this food!"

Alisa raises her chin and looks at him with contempt in her eyes. "Davis, what are you crazy about?"

"I didn't go crazy. You had appendicitis after staying at Sam's house all night. Is his family's food eaten by people?"

"You..." Alisa is angry with nothing to say, holding up a pair of chopsticks in a daze.

"Well, Miss Alisa, what Davis said is also reasonable. In fact, this thing should not be eaten! He throws right, you are pregnant now. You cannot eat anything you want. Ann hurries say that.

Otherwise, this pair of small complains must have a quarrel again.

Alisa stares at Davis. Davis stares back at her with dark eyes. "You want to eat sweet and sour pork ribs. It is not difficult. Wait for me."

He goes straight out after saying that.

Alisa is so angry that she wants to cry. "Ann, how can this person be like a child?"

"Ha ha, don't worry, Miss Alisa. He is sincere to you. Don't blame him first. After a while, you are discharged from the hospital. He will not be like this."

Well, he will do that again! Alisa thinks angrily.

Davis comes back three hours later. He comes in with a green lunch box in his hand.

There are some pride on his face and also a piece of oil stain on the dark suit when she looks carefully.

However, Alisa has asked Ann to come back from shopping outside at this time. She is full.

Alisa feels something is wrong while looking at Davis's proud face.

"What is this?"

Davis puts the lunch box on the head of the bed and says proudly, "Open it yourself!"

Ann also comes to join in the fun, helps Alisa open the lunch box, and a very sweet and greasy taste floats out.

"Are they ribs?" Alisa glances and startles.

"Of course they are." Davis replies proudly, and Ann says with a smile, "Oh, this is the sweet and sour pork ribs cooked by Davis master. It smells delicious. Would you like to try it?"

Alisa is not hungry at this time. The sweet and sour pork ribs made by Davis can't match Sam's.

The sweet and sour pork ribs made by Sam look delicious, fragrance and taste. After all, they have been made for so many years and look very good.

And she looks at this sour pork ribs cooked by Davis. The ribs are fried too long. Some of them are black. The sugar color is not good enough. They are not yellow. Instead, they are white and wrapped in a thick layer of sugar. You can see the burnt garlic and so on.