Spoiled By The President: My Wife Is A Little Sweet novel Chapter 867

Chapter 867 Brother Felix

"In fact, I do not hate you at all, although you did do a lot of things to make me very sad, but I still know that you will always be the one who will protect me, take care of me, promise to be good to me all my life."

Her eyes suddenly grew sour, as if they were full of tears.

But she was strong enough not to let a tear fall.

She chuckled. "Do you remember when I used to call you Brother Felix? I really wanted a brother back then, so I followed you around."

"But then, when I was training with you and you beat me up, I stopped calling you brother."

"Because I have heard that other brothers love and spoil their sisters, and never beat them."

"But you hit me, and I hated you, and swore that I would never call you brother again."

"Do you remember it? You were angry with me for a long time about it, and you didn't know why I suddenly stopped calling you brother, so you gradually gave up."

"Felix, if you wake up now, I'll call you brother again, okay?"

The man in the bed did not respond, as if he had never even heard her.

Finally, Queeny's tears fell down silently.

She curled her lips and smiled.

"I'll take that as a yes if you don't say anything, or should I call you first? If you hear me, just respond and open your eyes and look at me, okay?"

The man on the bed was still silent.

She leaned down to his ear and whispered, "Brother Felix..."

"Brother Felix..."

"Brother Felix..."

She did not know how many times she had called. The soft calls, like the howling wind, suddenly took them to more than a decade ago.

Queeny's face was full of tears, but she kept a smile on her face.

Suddenly there was a slight movement in the fingers of the large hand she had been holding.

She gasped in disbelief, "Brother Felix?"

Donald, who was beside her, also saw it and ran excitedly, "His finger is moving! He is conscious!"

They both shed tears of joy.

Although Felix was not awake at this point, Queeny knew he could hear her.

He could actually hear her.

Feeling mixed and grateful, she continued to call him.

In the quiet room, her low voice one after another, accompanied by the man's even and weak breathing sound, formed a harmonious and weird picture.

But except for the movement of his finger, there was no reply.

Donald said, "Miss Horton, take a break. You're going to lose your voice."

Queeny, however, shook her head.

She said softly, "Donald, do you think he can hear me? He can hear me, can't he?"

Donald also had tears in his eyes.

"He can hear you, but he would prefer you to take care of yourself, or he won't be happy when he wakes up and finds you like this."

Queeny knew Donald was telling the truth.

So she wiped away her tears, forced a smile and said, "You're right. I should take care of myself until he wakes up."

Donald said, "Miss Horton, why don't you come over here and get some rest? You must have had a bad night."

He pointed to a makeshift bed beside him.

Queeny didn't refuse, she nodded and walked over.