Healing my disabled husband novel Chapter 575

Chapter 575 I'm going to bed early

The food was finally served, and Francis immediately perked up, not the least bit carsick.

Matilda and August were helpless. They had seen people change their expressions so quickly, but they had never seen anyone recover so quickly.

But, these dishes really did look very appetizing.

Matilda had picked up her fork and was about to taste the meal that Francis had boasted about.

Matilda was really surprised when she took the first bite.

Her eyes lit up. She gave Francis a thumbs up and said, "Mr. Snider, you're a gourmet. The food is really good."

With that, Matilda took out her phone and took a picture of the table.

Francis and August looked at Matilda in unison. "Since when do you take pictures?" They asked, puzzled

The three of them used to eat together, but no one ever took a picture of the food.

Matilda sent Miles the photo and said, "No, I'm not used to it. I'm just sending it to someone."

Their eyes fell on Matilda, and they always felt that Matilda seemed to have changed a lot, so they were a little bit not used to it.

Matilda put her phone away and looked up to see them looking at her. "What's wrong?" She asked, puzzled. "Is there something on my face?"

"We haven't seen each other for a long time," Francis said. "Why do I feel like you've changed so much?"

Matilda said, "Did I? Mr. Snider, don't talk nonsense."

Francis said, "So tell me, why did you suddenly take a picture?"

Matilda looked at Francis and said, "Mr. Snider, aren't you too curious?"

Hearing Matilda say that, Francis probably guessed something.

He looked at Matilda, then at August, and sighed silently.

Francis said, "Well, I don't want to know. Let's eat."

When Matilda was almost full, she forced herself to put the fork down.

"If it isn't for the press conference tomorrow, I'd really like to eat some more," she said helplessly, holding her chin.

Although the dishes were delicious, they still tasted quite strong.

Despite her natural beauty, Matilda also needed to keep an eye on her body control.

"If you like it, you can eat as much as you want after the conference," Francis said. "Eat as much as you like. It's on me."

Matilda was amused. She looked at Francis and said helplessly, "Mr. Snider, you make me sound like a greedy cat."

August laughed, too, and his eyes fell on Matilda's face. For a moment, the emotion in his eyes could not be concealed.

Matilda, however, did not notice.

She was looking down at her cell phone, texting Miles.

The look on Matilda's face, too, was unabashedly sweet.

That look, in the eyes of Francis and August, was a different story.

In August's eyes, in particular, it was a "death sentence".

Francis noticed something was wrong with August, tapped him on the shoulder and gave him a look.

August looked over at Francis and gave him a bitter smile.

Matilda put away her cell phone and saw the two of them winking at each other.

She frowned suspiciously and asked, "What are you two doing?"

"Nothing," said Francis. "You've had your fill. Let's go back and be fresh for the press conference tomorrow."

Matilda looked at Francis suspiciously, always finding his expression strange.

But she didn't ask any questions.

After the three people got out of the restaurant, the number of vehicles on the road was obviously less, so they arrived at the hotel much smoother.

Matilda was still texting Miles, feeling the clock was ticking.

Back at the hotel, the three returned to their rooms.