My billionaire husband spoils me too much novel Chapter 354

"I really appreciate your help. Mrs. Dickens and I would like to invite you to our home for a meal. I wonder if you have time?"

Today, Chandler and Charles came to visit Donald. They were humble and polite and not arrogant at all. So they chatted happily.

Mrs. Dickens especially liked such well-bred young men. It was really rare that Betty also liked them very much.

"And can you ask Patrick if he has time..."

When Betty mentioned Patrick, people in the ward were all surprised, and then everyone looked at Christina in unison.

Christina turned her head and deliberately avoided their sight, pretending not to hear.

She helped her father sit in a wheelchair and said seriously, "It's time for acupuncture."

Charles raised his eyebrows and deliberately raised his voice, "When are we going to your home for dinner?"

"Idiot." Christina thought.

Christina turned around and glared at him.

Donald in the wheelchair suddenly said in a low voice, "Come after the New Year when I'm better."

Charles and the others behind were shocked for a moment.

Since Donald said so, they had to agree, "Okay."

In fact, everyone knew that rather than inviting them to dinner after the New Year, it seemed that they needed some time to make the decision to meet someone special.

"Think about it yourself."

As Christina pushed the wheelchair, Donald reminded her in a low voice without looking up.

Christina knew Donald was serious. She knew that he cared about her, and understood what he meant.

Entering the elevator, Christina looked down at her father's aged face and felt a little strange, so she decided to say something.

"Do you know when your bald head begins to grow hair?"

Donald glared at the mirror in the elevator furiously.

Because of the craniotomy, he shaved off all his hair.

Christina felt that after her father became bald, he suddenly looked much older, but he didn't seem so fierce anymore.

"Do you want me to buy you a wig?" She asked quite seriously.

Donald became a little awkward, "No," he muttered.

It was a different but equally clumsy way of showing concern between them.

But Donald was also relieved that his daughter would never be entangled in those pretentious things. She was not suitable for sadness.

It was good for her.

The doctors in the rehabilitation department showed their optimism about Donald's physical condition. The early active treatment of hemiplegia could greatly curb the disease. Although he could not walk on his own, he could raise his legs and hands.

"Stay in the hospital for another 20 days and you can go home before the Spring Festival. Generally speaking, it's more comfortable to stay at home. After being discharged, however, you still have to come back every day for rehabilitation training..."