Chapter 50 Cooked Porridge For My Husband By Hand
When getting into the car, Graham hesitated to speak.
Winford: “What did you want to say?”
“…Mr. Winford, Alfred said that your leg was already able to walk.”
Winford didn’t say anything.
Graham broke out in a cold sweat.
He dared not say anything more, but he still felt worried inside.
Returning to Sunset Vista, I quietly looked for Ophelia.
As soon as Ophelia heard this, her heart ached.
Winford’s leg had already healed, but he had been sitting in a wheelchair and said nothing.
Since he fell ill, the once decisive Mr. Winford had taken on a heavy, almost elderly aura, as if he had lost all attachment to the world. Nothing seemed to move him; he had become cynical and negative.
His leg had already healed, but so what?
Good and bad made no difference to him.
Sunset Vista was the place where he recuperated, but it was also his prison and his place of death. When he came here, he had no intention of leaving.
“One thing the lady might not have known is that Mr. Winford had been here for a year and had actually not gone out many times. While the
outside world found him mysterious, it was not really a mystery at all;
there was simply nothing that could move Mr. Winford’s heart enough to make him step out of the threshold of Sunset Vista.”
Graham smiled bitterly
“Mr. Winford had gone out most recently, as there were some matters he had to deal with. But now, those matters had been resolved, and Mr. Winford seemed ready to imprison himself here again, just like before.”
“Madam. I knew this was somewhat difficult for you, but at that time, I could think of no one else who could persuade Mr. Winford except you, so 1…”
“I knew.” Ophelia took a deep breath, trying to suppress the pain in her heart, and said solemnly, “This is not a burden; I was very grateful that you told me about this.”
Graham was taken aback, and after a moment, he looked at Ophelia with a more serious and respectful gaze.
He realized that Ophelia truly cared about Mr. Winford.
“Then I entrusted it to you, madam!”
Ophelia shook her head and said, “Mr. Winford is my husband, so there is no need for you to say please to me.”
During dinner, Winford did not come downstairs to eat, saying that he had important matters to attend to, but Ophelia knew that he was probably in a bad mood.
She casually ate a little and was about to go upstairs when she saw Lily bringing back the food that had been sent up, looking worried and saying. “It seems it doesn’t suit Mr. Winford’s taste…”
Ophelia glanced back and thought for a moment. She personally went to
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the kitchen and had someone bring her a few ingredients.
“Did the lady want…?”
“I personally made it for Mr. Winford.”
Ophelia’s cooking skills were not very good, but she remembered that in her past life, when Winford didn’t want to cat and no one could persuade him, she made him a bowl of porridge, and he finished it all.
This time, she actually wanted to make something different, but thinking about her own skills, she gave up and honestly chose porridge instead…
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More than an hour later, looking at the kitchen that seemed to have gone. through a war, Ophelia felt very grateful for her self–awareness!
“Madam, you burned your hand!” Lily exclaimed anxiously, “I went to get some medicine to apply for you…”
“No need.” Ophelia said casually as she pulled down her sleeve, “I will go. find Mr. Winford first!”
She served a bowl of the fruit of her labor, holding it like a treasure, and went upstairs.
Although the process was a bit difficult, thank goodness it was finally cooked!
Winford was not in the room; he was on the terrace on the third floor.
He turned his back to her, looking at the night view of Minston, not knowing what he was thinking.
“Hubby?” Ophelia called softly as she carefully walked over, holding a bowl of hot porridge.
Winford narrowed his eyes and asked, “How did you come up here?”
“I was worried about you,” she said softly, placing the bowl of porridge on the table beside her.
“What were you worried about?” Winford rarely smiled, and his eyes carried a hint of tenderness.
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“I was worried that you might be hungry,” she said, glancing at face and cautiously adding, “Graham said your leg…”
Winford’s smile faded, and his expression became somewhat indifferent.
“Graham talked quite a lot.”
Hearing that he seemed to be about to vent his anger on Graham, she hurriedly squatted down in front of him, shook his hand, and said, “It was I who insisted that Graham tell me, so don’t blame him.”
“Go do your own thing, I’ll be here for a while,” he said, gently ruffling her hair.
“I won’t.” Looking at the cold, desolate emptiness in his eyes, Ophelia felt a pang of heartache. “I wanted to stay here with you!”
She tilted her little face up and said, “I cooked porridge for you with my own hands. Would you eat a little, please?”
He lowered his gaze and asked, “Could Lia still cook?”
“Well, I could do a little.” Ophelia’s gaze wandered for a moment as she said this with a hint of uncertainty.
It couldn’t be considered a lie… could it? She indeed knew a little!
To his surprise, she actually cooked porridge for him. Winford’s expression softened slightly, but he still said, “Go downstairs.”
Ophelia didn’t leave. “Honey, are you not happy? Because… of your leg
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injury?”
She originally wanted to mention his illness, but knowing that it was his most sensitive nerve and fearing that it would anger him, she tactfully only brought up his leg injury.
However, even so, a hint of coldness still lingered between Winford’s sharp brows.
Ophelia was not afraid at all. She held his hand and said, “Since the injury has healed, can we not use the wheelchair anymore?”
She pretended not to see his frightening expression, leaned on his knee, buried her face in his palm, and mumbled, “I don’t like you sitting in a wheelchair at all. I think about when you will be able to stand up and go out with me every day.”
“Others‘ husbands could accompany them shopping, but you won’t accompany me?”
“Also, there were always people saying that my husband was old and ugly, but that’s not true! I wanted to take you out and blind them with our brilliance!”
The voice was extremely aggrieved.
Winford was silent for a moment, then lifted her face and saw that pair of clear, bright eyes, which had already turned red around the edges. Her small face was tense, stubbornly holding back her tears.
His heart seemed to tremble gently for a moment. After a long while, he sighed silently and said in a hoarse voice, “Okay.”
“What was good?” Ophelia immediately asked.
“I won’t use a wheelchair anymore,” he said, pausing for a moment, “…I will accompany you out and blind them with our brilliance.”
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Ophelia instantly broke into a smile, “I knew my husband was the best!”
“Then you still need to eat well!” She immediately jumped up to bring him the porridge.
Her hand was suddenly pulled, and she almost lost her balance and fell into his arms.
“What happened to your hand?” He held her wrist with an unyielding grip, his gaze darkening as he fixed his eyes on the back of her hand, where two red spots stood out starkly against her fair skin.
“I accidentally burned myself…” Seeing his expression, Ophelia felt a bit. guilty and tried to pull her hand away with some force, but she couldn’t budge it at all.
“Was the porridge hot?”
“Well…”
Winford sighed, “Did you apply the medicine?”
Ophelia didn’t dare to lie to him, nor did she dare to tell the truth. She had a feeling that he would definitely get angry, so she whispered,
..actually, it didn’t hurt.”
As soon as the words were spoken, her cheek was pinched, and she found herself crashing into a hard embrace.
“Little liar.”
Ophelia covered her injured nose and stared blankly upward.
He stood up!
