Healing my disabled husband novel Chapter 574

Chapter 574 Can be trusted

"Talking about your business," said Francis.

August looked at Matilda and asked, "Is there a problem?"

Matilda said, "Your fans are a little bit awesome. I'm a little bit scared."

August paused and looked at Matilda with an inquisitive gaze.

It was hard for him to imagine hearing the word "scared" in Matilda's mouth.

For him, it was simply incredible.

August said, "They're just a little enthusiastic. They don't hurt me."

"That's because you're safer," Matilda said. "You don't do things that make them sad."

August was known for being a clean slate in the circle, and he was even voted by his fans as an artist who could never let them down and could be trusted.

In the past, Matilda hadn't been paying attention to these, so she didn't know this.

Having recently learned this, Matilda had to pay attention to a few things.

In particular, Matilda had to think more about the enthusiasm of August's fans today.

August said, "If you really have that much to worry about, go with your gut."

Matilda smiled at August and said, "Let's be casual and not follow the script."

August nodded his head in agreement.

However, when he reached for the coffee, he looked down, but it was difficult to hide his loneliness at the bottom of his eyes.

Francis sighed silently as he listened to their conversation.

He said, "You two, you're really..."

When Matilda and August looked over at Francis, August said, "Don't be sad, Mr. Snider. If we have to work outside the show to get people interested in it, then there's no way out of the show."

As soon as Francis heard August say that, he instantly became anxious.

"Don't talk nonsense," he said. "I'm very confident in my work. If I can't do that, I don't need to do it."

"That's exactly what Matilda wants," August said.

Francis shook his head helplessly and said, "You just spoil her."

August didn't say anything.

Matilda, on the other hand, had a strange look in her eyes when she heard Francis say that.

This kind of words sounded ambiguous.

She didn't say anything, just silently wondering if she should tell Miles in advance.

She had a premonition that, in Francis's tone, something might happen.

When the time came, it may not end well.

By the time they landed in Canport, it was evening.

Three people went to the hotel together. After taking the room cards, they then returned to their rooms.

Matilda walked to the balcony with her phone, stared at the screen for a long time, and finally made a call.

There was only one ring, and the other end picked up.

Miles's voice came over. "I was wondering if you were going to call me."

"And if I don't? What will you do?" Matilda asked.

"I'll call you," Miles said.

Matilda laughed, then tensed up and said, "You didn't call me."

There was something wronged and lost in her voice, as if Miles were some big bad guy.

Miles smiled and said, "I was wrong. I'll call you from now on, Okay?"

Matilda was soothed in an instant.

After talking to Miles for a while, Matilda told Miles about Francis's plan.

When Miles heard that, he said, "He really doesn't stop."

Matilda said, "So, you're mad?"

"Not really," Miles said.

Matilda's eyebrows twitched in surprise, and she was surprised to hear that answer.