Fia had just left the ward when she walked into Conrad.
She rubbed her nose and said, “Why haven’t you left?”
“It’s getting late. I’ll go home with you together.”
“Fine. After I visit my mom.”
T’ll come along”
Fia was getting too tired. She didn’t refuse or approve his offer and simply walked away.
By the time she came back home from the hospital, it was already two in the morning.
Conrad looked at her pale face and lips. He then walked into the kitchen.
Fia simply glanced at his disappearing figure and walked to her bedroom. She took out the medicine from her bag and ate it. Despite her hunger, she was so tired that she didn’t want to cook anything, but she also did not want to wake Mrs. Taylor up.
After taking around six pills, the door to their bedroom was pushed open. She quickly closed her eyes with a plum still in her mouth.
Conrad glanced at the person sleeping on the bed and walked over to the table. He then put two plates of pasta on the table.
“Eat something before going to bed.”
Fia opened her eyes. Where did he get something to eat in the middle of the night?
When Conrad saw that she didn’t move, he pulled her blanket away.
“Wake up. If you die of hunger, the cops will look for me.”
Fia gritted her teeth, but she extended her hand toward Conrad when she remembered what her grandma told her.
Conrad wasn’t sure what was happening. “What do you mean?”
“You’re still my husband. You should be more considerate,” she said as she faked her calmness.
Conrad could feel something stirring inside of him, but he grasped her hand and helped her up when he saw her face was ghostly pale.
“Why are you suddenly so pretentious?”
“I’m tired,” she said without a hint of hesitation.
Conrad realized that everything had been quite tiring for her as well when he remembered what had happened.
He continued holding her hand and led her to the table despite his original wish of wanting to let go. He then helped her into the chair.
Fia looked at the steamy spaghetti noodles. It was completely dry and plain. There was no sauce, no protein, no nothing.
Her first reaction was that it was going to taste very nasty.
“It will not taste well.” Conrad sat opposite her and saw her disgusted look. “I can’t cook.”
Fia grabbed the fork with difficulty. It would have thrilled her in the past. She wouldn’t be disgusted.
But she couldn’t do it anymore and she wasn’t sure if it was because of her pregnancy.
She tried to give it a bite. It was still hard in the middle and somewhat sticking together. She wondered how he made something like this.
Then, she recalled that he didn’t know how to cook. This was the first time that he had made something for her. He touched something inside of her again with the fact that he cooked.
“Is it that bad?” Conrad said icily. “Then stop eating.”
He grabbed the fork in her hands.
She didn’t fight back and simply stood up with her hand on the table. She then lay back down on the bed, the plum still in the corner of her mouth.
“Fia! Don’t push it!”
She was always so nice and gentle in the past! What was going on?
Conrad scowled as his eyes fixed on the woman on the bed. He was hoping that she would get out of bed and continue eating the spaghetti.
He would rather she told him it was not tasty. He would rather cook another portion again. But not like this.
But after a few minutes, he had no choice but to accept reality.
“What do you want to eat?”