My billionaire husband spoils me too much novel Chapter 320

Chandler finished the big bowl of beef noodles, feeling well both physically and mentally. It tasted so good.

He looked up. Crystal was sitting in the living room, looking weak and gloomy. Although she didn't eat much because she didn't have an appetite, she took all the medicine with water by herself.

"Do you still have a fever?"

Chandler walked over to help her clean up the dishes and wondered if he should take her to the hospital when he saw how pale she was.

"No. I took my temperature. It was 98.6. But I still feel dizzy...Maybe I caught a cold."

Crystal said in a nasal voice and stood up subconsciously as she saw that Chandler was going to wash those dishes in the kitchen, saying, "I'll wash them." Maybe she had been used to being the one who did all the cleaning.

Chandler put on an apron and turned around, looking at her with a complicated expression. "Don't worry. I won't break your bowl."

"That's not what I meant. There's no hot water in winter and you're not used to the work in the kitchen..."

Crystal explained in a low voice. How dare she let him wash dishes for her as she had been his cleaning lady in the past?

"Do you really think I'll be afraid of cold water?"

Chandler asked with a grim face as if he was tired of her nagging. "Go lie in your bed... I can handle this. Are you questioning my ability by standing here and supervising me?"

"No, I'm not."

Crystal was speechless. How dare she question his ability?

Chandler looked quite professional with that apron, but Crystal noticed soon that he had used too much detergent. It was actually a little funny seeing him working in the kitchen.

Crystal decided not to argue with him. She turned around, heading to her bedroom.

She lived alone, so it was always quiet here. The last man who came into her kitchen was Derek, who was really good at cooking and was familiar with all kinds of kitchenware. She had been amazed by how handsome he was when cooking in her kitchen. To be honest, he performed much way better than Chandler did.

But somehow, Crystal was more impressed by Chandler's clumsiness. She lay down on the bed with her eyes closed but Chandler's figure in the kitchen was still so clear in her mind.

The reason was probably that she liked him. Yes, she had been secretly in love with him for a long time.

Crystal thought that she would definitely recover when she woke up because she had taken all the medicine.

So she didn't tell Chandler about the dull pain in her head.

Ever since she was a child, she had been despised by her mother and bullied by her stepfather. Therefore, when other girls cried about their aggrievances, she bought herself the medicine and treated her wounds alone. She had to be strong because no one would take care of her.

Her temples were aching as she slowly fell asleep with memories of being bullied in her childhood.

Chandler, on the other hand, spent half an hour washing two bowls and three plates in the kitchen.

He flushed the plates over and over again since he couldn't help but suspect that they weren't clean enough. As a result, the kitchen was wet all over and he had to look for a mop elsewhere.

The first thought in his mind was that Crystal must have been very tired of doing all the housework every day.

After he finally finished his work and went to have a sip of hot tea in the living room, he looked up at the clock next to the TV cabinet and was surprised to see that it was already 4 in the morning.

A man was alone in a woman's house at midnight...

After staring in the direction of the bedroom in silence for three minutes, he stood up.

He knew that Crystal liked him, but he was afraid that he couldn't give her happiness. Being hesitant wouldn't do anything good to her. And what if Erica gave her trouble when she knew they were together?

He hadn't really wanted to fire Crystal that day. He was just hoping that by doing this, Crystal could return to her peaceful life.

Chandler stood up in a hurry and accidentally knocked the medicine Crystal had taken down from the coffee table.

He picked it up and noticed that the medicine had expired.

"The little fool."

He sighed as he threw the medicine into the trash can. "It's been six months since it expired."

Without much consideration, he went straight into her bedroom, put his big hand on her forehead, and discovered that she was having a fever again.

He leaned closer and called her a few times, but she didn't wake up and just turned over uncomfortably.

Chandler stood by the bed, hesitating. Should he let her continue to sleep or shake her to wake her up?

The thermometer showed that her body temperature was 100. If she had the fever for the whole night, she might become even more stupid than she was now.

However, seeing how soundly she was sleeping with her eyes closed and her face turning red due to the fever, Chandler felt reluctant to wake her up.

"Why are women so troublesome?" he complained in a low voice.

In fact, Chandler had always been a calm and decisive man. Even when Erica had been in a special relationship with him in the past, he could refuse or agree to her requirements immediately. It was really not like him to have difficulty in making a decision.

In the end, he decided to buy some new antipyretic medicine in the nearby pharmacy.

His car wasn't around because his assistant had driven him here. There was no medicine in the convenience store for 24 hours and it was not easy to find a taxi after 4 am, so he had to look for pharmacies in the neighborhood on foot. After walking for half an hour, he finally found a big pharmacy.

It was already five twenty when Chandler returned to the apartment.