Spoiled By The President: My Wife Is A Little Sweet novel Chapter 869

Chapter 869 At Odds

But he was a very considerate person, and he was very kind to Queeny.

He knew she was worried and did not want to go directly to Felix, so he kindly approached her and said, "Don't worry, Miss Horton. The doctor has just examined Felix and he is fine. He just needs to stay at home for a while."

Queeny paused and pursed her lips. "I didn't ask him how he was", she thought to herself.

But she nodded and said softly, "Thank you, Donald."

Donald smiled and said, "As long as you and Mr. Bissel are fine, I'm fine, too."

She didn't know what Donald meant by "fine".

Did it mean that they were both safe and sound, or that they get along or something?

Queeny was a little confused and couldn't stop thinking. She paused, realizing that her thoughts had gone astray.

She said to Donald, "I'm all right. You can go about your business now."

Donald nodded and left.

As Donald left, Queeny turned around and went back to her room.

It was dinnertime before she saw Felix again.

Felix was injured and could not come down to dinner, but he refused to eat alone upstairs, saying it was boring to eat alone and insisting that Queeny accompany him.

How could Queeny not know what he was thinking?

She didn't want to go at first, but in the end, considering that he was a patient, she reluctantly went upstairs.

Upstairs in the bedroom.

Donald had ordered a meal to be served, which Queeny liked, except for a few items for Felix.

Donald had had dinner prepared. With the exception of a few items for Felix, all of the dishes were Queeny's favorites.

Felix was so badly injured that he couldn't eat anything but light food.

Queeny's injury, though not completely recovered, was mostly healed, and she just had to wait for the new bone to grow out.

So she could eat anything. That was why the dishes in front of her was so sumptuous.

Donald knew that she had been working too hard these days and had not been able to eat properly because she was worried about Felix's safety. And Felix finally woke up today, so of course he prepared the best meal for her.

Queeny knew that, so she just sat down and began to eat.

Both of them were very quiet because they had been trained together since childhood.

No one spoke in the room except for the quiet sound of their munching and the careless clatter of knives and forks against cups and plates.

Perhaps because of his injuries, Felix had a poor appetite.

He couldn't eat more than half a bowl of porridge.

Queeny paused, looked at the bowl he had put down, and refilled him half a bowl of porridge.

"Half a bowl more," she whispered.

"..."

Felix gave her an aggrieved look. "I'm full."

Queeny said in a hushed voice, "Eat even if you don't feel like it."

He had lost so much blood. How could he get better so quickly if he didn't eat more for nourishment and strength?

Of course, she would never say that to him.

Felix looked at her. She had a good appetite. She had eaten no less because of the change of venue.

Watching her eat like this, he actually began to want to eat more.

He picked up the bowl and began to eat again.

Donald had been watching in silence. He couldn't have been happier.

In the old days, Felix was the emperor of the castle, and he was the only one calling the shots.

As long as he had made decisions, no one else could change them.