Married at First Sight (Serenity and Zachary) novel Chapter 3944

Married At First Sight Chapter 3944 
Chapter 3944 
     
Just like kids dragged along on summer vacations, who’d rather stay in the hotel glued to their phones than venture outside into the sweltering heat, Evan felt trapped by the circumstances he’d put himself in. 
He wanted to rub his nose, but with both hands full, he couldn’t manage it. 
The urge to sneeze built up again—and before he could do anything about it, he sneezed loudly. 
Abby glanced at him and shook her head. “My dad told you to take off your coat and stand out there, and you actually did it? Like a fool! You’re not chasing after a wife you lost or anything—there’s no reason to take him so seriously.” 
Luckily, she’d come out quickly. Otherwise, he’d have turned into an ice sculpture. 
Evan chuckled weakly, his voice tinged with self-deprecation. “I deserved it. What happened before—that was on me. I hurt you. Uncle and Aunt had every right to be mad. Honestly, I got off easy. They didn’t yell at me or anything. Freezing out there for a while was more than fair.” 
He sneezed again, this time more violently. Though Evan was usually in good health, it was clear this time he wasn’t getting away unscathed. 
Abby glanced at him briefly, but her expression remained neutral. 
When they stepped inside, Abby turned to the butler. “Is the ginger soup ready?” 
“Almost done, Miss Abby,” the butler replied. 
She nodded, motioning for Evan to sit. Then, she poured him a cup of warm water and asked, “Have you eaten yet? I’ll grab some cold medicine for you.” 
Evan sniffled, grabbing a tissue to wipe his nose. His refined, handsome image took a hit, and he couldn’t help but feel embarrassed. Handsome or not, he thought, nobody’s immune to a runny nose. 
“I had breakfast earlier,” he replied, his voice slightly hoarse. 
Abby returned with a small box of cold medicine. “This stuff works well. Do you want to take it before or after the ginger soup?” 
He hesitated for a moment before deciding. “I’ll drink the ginger soup first.” 
Someone had gone through the trouble of preparing it for him—he couldn’t refuse Abby’s gesture, not after everything he’d done to upset her family. He figured the cold medicine could wait a little longer. 
The warmth of the room, the glass of water, and just sitting down for a while helped him feel a bit better. 
Moments later, the butler brought out a steaming bowl of ginger soup. 
The strong, spicy aroma hit Abby’s nose before he even got close. 
Mrs. Du entered from the kitchen, her expression unreadable. 
Abby saw her mother and immediately knew. If her mom had made the soup, it was going to be potent—probably more like a bowl of liquid fire. 
Evan wasn’t good with spicy food. Even a hint of garlic in a dish was enough to make him uncomfortable. This ginger soup was about to be his personal challenge. 
When Evan noticed Mrs. Du, he quickly stood up. “Auntie,” he greeted her respectfully, his tone formal. 
Mrs. Du gave him a frosty look. “You two talk. I’m going to chat with my sister-in-law.” And with that, she walked off, leaving Evan standing awkwardly. 
He sneezed yet again, this time so forcefully that his nose started running. Grabbing another tissue, he wiped his nose hurriedly, his face turning red with embarrassment. 
Abby didn’t laugh at him, though. Instead, she pushed the steaming bowl of ginger soup toward him. 
“Drink this—it’ll help with the cold,” she said, her tone practical and firm. “It’s got extra ginger, so it’s a bit spicy, but that’ll help warm you up faster. Drink it while it’s hot—it works better that way.”