Chapter 112 Taking care of him

Camille gave a slight pause and looked at him with a subconscious

frown, the case of the shower still clearly in her mind, so she refused

without thinking: "I'll call Kian for you to come over."

After saying that, she immediately reached for her phone, but the next

moment she saw Carter lift his hand to rip off the buttons of his shirt.

One fell to the ground with a crisp crashing sound, and the clothes

followed by him to remove.

Camille a sweep of his lean body, muscle lines clear and even body

without reservation in the air, handsome face is still with water droplets,

not to mention how sexy.

Although these two words are mostly used to describe girls with

beautiful bodies, Camille thinks they are the right words to describe

Carter at this moment.

She coughed lightly and hastily averted her eyes; she seriously

suspected Carter was doing it on purpose.

His cold body lay under the warm blanket, then found a fairly

comfortable position and fell asleep.

Camille sighed and turned on the heat again, then this followed and lay

down on the side.

They have been married for a year almost all sleep in one bed, the

things that should be done a lot have been done, so at the moment

there is no need to be pretentious to the sofa will be.

But Camille soon regretted it, because Carter took her directly into his

arms when she was about to fall asleep, and held her tightly without

any intention of letting go.

Camille waited for his breathing to settle and then removed the hand

from her waist, but it was only a few seconds before he came back up

and hugged her hard.

The low, husky man's voice was domineering: "Don't move ....."

Camille subconsciously froze, is he sober?

It was three hours after I woke up from this nap, and at eight o'clock,

Camille's alarm went off.

She had to go to the construction site today, so she did not need to go

over to the company can be a little later, but the man next to her did not

move at all, still sleeping.

Camille whispered, "Carter?"

Carter rolled over and didn't respond.

Camille reached out to push him, but her fingertips just touched his

shoulder when she felt something wrong.

He's hot.

Rolling hot.

Camille wrinkled her nose and immediately woke him up, but Carter

murmured, somewhat dazedly, "Stop it, huh?"

Camille got out of bed and immediately grabbed a thermometer from

the small medicine cabinet she had just prepared to take his

temperature, which Irene had asked her to keep on hand for

emergencies.

The five-minute wait was a bit long, but Camille already suspected he

might have a fever.

Five minutes later, the temperature needle showed thirty-nine degrees

one.

Camille's face was slightly grave even said, "Carter, you get up, you

have a fever, let's go to the hospital.”

Carter was dead set against it: "I'll just take a nap."

He felt heavy-headed, probably because he hadn't had a cold for too

long, so he was unusually fierce, muddled and weak, and just wanted

to lie down and sleep.

Camille couldn't shout at him, and couldn't bear to keep arguing with

him, and there was an indescribable taste in her heart.

In any case, she left him in the bathtub last night, the heart is always a

bit sorry.

She had to choose to use the delivery software to purchase the

medicine to reduce fever, and then rushed to boil some porridge later to

give him to eat.

While waiting for the medicine to be delivered to her door, she called

Yessica: "I don't have time to go over there in the morning, you're busy

with other things at the office, I'll call you when I'm free in the

afternoon.”

The phone hung up and the medicine was delivered.

Camille first got Carter up to take his medication and then served him

porridge. Since there were no clothes for him over here, she just

ordered two more very ordinary T-shirts by the way, but they instantly

looked taller on him.

After taking the medication Carter was slightly refreshed and Camille

asked, "You'd better go to the hospital, right?"

Carter soaked in the water for several hours resulting in high fever, the

head is too chaotic, the amount of thinking power is not, just faint Ni

Camille said, "I do not want to go to the hospital.”

Camille pursed her lips, "You'll burn out your brain if you don't go to the

hospital and keep running a fever.”

"Why do I have a fever?"

He asked faintly.

Camille lost her voice.

Carter added: "My fever is because of you, then until my fever is gone

you should take care of it, Camille, we are a husband and wife, the

husband should also be taken care of by the wife when he is sick, what

do you think?"

Camille just sighed silently, she couldn't say anything.

Because Carter just won't leave, Camille can't get rid of him.

After all, it's also true that it was caused by her mistake. She could

have not taken care of him or not wanted him to come to the apartment,

but since he had entered the door of the apartment and was in a

drunken condition, she should have been responsible for it.

Camille's silence made Carter's face gentle. He spent the morning in

bed, mostly sleeping, so it was quite pleasant to get along.

For lunch, Camille cooked two dishes for herself.

One sautéed loofah with fine meat and one baby vegetable in soup.

The two sat face to face at the small rectangular table. Carter scanned

the meal on the table, which sold well and was simple but home-

cooked.

Camille also noticed his gaze and mistakenly thought he was

dissatisfied, so she spoke up, "These are the only simple ingredients in

the fridge, if they don't suit your appetite I'll order you takeaway, right?"

"Did you do all this?"

He digressed and asked with his deep eyes fixed on her.

Camille nodded, then said, "You still have a fever, so you can only eat

lightly.”

Then she moved her own chopsticks first, after tossing and turning

most of the night and morning, her stomach was already rumbling with

hunger.

Carter did not say anything else, also picked up chopsticks to finish the

bowl of porridge and some dishes, the taste, well, not bad.

He didn't expect her to know how to cook, and after putting down the

dishes, he asked lightly, “Did you learn to cook only after you moved

out?"

Camille looked up at him: "Of course not, I had to learn to live in a

rented apartment when I was in college.”

“You go to college and the Armstrong family doesn't care about you?"

He rarely asked her about her life with the Armstrong family and hardly

knew anything about her life before she got married.

Camille paused slightly, she didn't expect him to take the initiative to

ask about her, but these things that had passed had long since become

irrelevant in her mind.

Her voice is very light, almost inaudible emotions: "Talk about the

management or not, these do not matter to me anymore."

Carter's pupils shrank, and a thick, deep meaning flooded his eyes.

Camille didn't continue to talk with him and cleaned up the dishes after

dinner.

After that Carter offered to ask, "Give me your phone."

Because his phone was broken by himself.

Camille handed it to him and he called Kian: "Send me a change of

clothes to Camille's apartment and bring me the computer, I'll be

working online for a few days."

Kian has been in a state of surprise since last night, and tried to fight

back afterwards, but Carter's "fuck off" kept him from doing so.

He was not surprised to hear Carter calling from Camille's cell phone at

the moment, but was shocked that Carter was working online.

He asked in a low voice, "Mr. Simpson , what is wrong with you?"

"Kian, don't you think you talk a lot?"

Kian hurriedly said, "Okay Mr. Simpson, I'll send it over right away."

Carter put the phone down and Camille wrinkled her nose and asked,

"What do you mean you asked Kian to send clothes over?"