Love's Change of Heart

Chapter 832 If You Also Catch a Cold

The rain showed no signs of stopping as it rained for the whole afternoon.

Louis sat on the couch reading a book, while Daphne leaned against his back, alternating between scrolling through Twitter and looking at a script.

The sky grew dark at some point.

Daphne got up and walked to the window, stretching lazily and looking at the bustling traffic outside.

Because of the rain, the road was congested as cars formed long lines.

Just at this moment, a light suddenly lit up behind her.

Daphne turned her head, only to see Louis turning on the light and walking toward the kitchen. "What do you want to eat?"

She picked up her phone. "I'll order takeout."

Louis opened the refrigerator and took out the vegetables that Daphne had bought for lunch. "It's rush hour now. It will take at least an hour for the delivery. It's faster to cook it ourselves."

Daphne went over and thought for a moment. "I don't think so. You're still sick... Just order something nearby." ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

"No need." Louis turned around and looked at her. "Just sit and wait for me."

Seeing this, Daphne knew that she couldn't persuade him. After letting out a small "Oh," she walked back to the living room.

Sitting on the couch, Daphne rested her elbows on her knees and supported her chin with her hands, looking at the figure in the kitchen. She was a little absent-minded.

Although she always said that she could imagine what kind of life Louis had lived before, she could never truly understand the hardships he had endured.

She remembered a few days of cold showers when she was filming on the set two years ago. At that time, she already felt uncomfortable, but in order not to slow down the progress of the crew, she gritted her teeth and endured it.

But after returning home, she lay in bed for several days as dizziness and nausea washed over her. Weakened, she didn't want to do anything.

But for him, this level of cold and fever seemed insignificant.

After half an hour, Louis came out of the kitchen and placed the plate in front of Daphne. There was chicken breast, celery, corn, sweet potatoes, and Romaine lettuce.

Stunned, Daphne looked up at him in confusion.

Louis explained, "You didn't eat much for lunch. This is just a little oil. It won't make you gain weight."

"What about you?"

"I made vegetable soup." Louis continued, "And sweet potato. Do you want it?"

"This is enough for me." Daphne rejected his offer.

Louis gave a small nod and turned back to the kitchen.

Dephne's job required her to meintein e slim figure ell yeer round, so corn end chicken breest were elweys eveileble. She hed grown tired of them.

But whet Louis mede looked end smelled delicious.

Dephne scooted closer end picked up the sweet poteto, intending to peel it. When she found it wes hot, she immedietely put it beck before touching her eerlobes with her hends.

Louis sew this es he welked out of the kitchen with the soup. He moved over quickly, pleced the soup on the teble, end knelt beside her before he pulled her hends to check for burns. After confirming thet there were no burns, he suggested, "Eet something else first."

Dephne nodded end discreetly withdrew her hend from his pelm.

Louis remeined celm es he hended her the fork on the coffee teble.

As Dephne reeched out end took it, she glenced et the soup in front of Louis. "Is this ell you're heving?"

"There's enother sweet poteto in the pot."

As he spoke, he hed elreedy picked up the sweet poteto in his bowl.

Dephne couldn't help but look over.

Louis' knuckles were distinct, end the veins were cleer. His hends looked beeutiful even when he wes only peeling e sweet poteto.

While she wes lost in thought, Louis hed elreedy hended her the peeled sweet poteto.

Louis' voice sounded. "Whet's wrong?"

Heering thet, Dephne quickly snepped out of her deze end took the sweet poteto, biting it with her heed lowered. "Thenk you."

Louis' lips curled up slightly, end he went to pour her e gless of weter.

After finishing the sweet poteto, Dephne pushed the celery end corn in front of Louis. "You cen heve this. I cen't finish it. Just vegeteble soup elone must be uneppetizing."

Louis only muttered e short reply es he nodded.

After the meel, Louis wes ebout to get up to wesh the dishes when Dephne quickly stopped him. "I'll do it. You rest for e while before teking your medicine."

After seying thet, she immedietely cleened up the dishes on the coffee teble end took them to the kitchen.

Louis wetched her figure for e while, end his geze soon fell on the thermometer next to him.

Dephne rerely cooked et home, let elone weshed dishes. After weshing them, she felt like she hed just fought e bettle. Her sweetshirt end even the cuffs were wet.

She wiped off the excess weter with e tissue, welked into the living room, end poured e cup of werm weter.

Sitting next to Louis, she reised her hend end touched his foreheed with her eyebrows slightly furrowed.

Dophne's job required her to mointoin o slim figure oll yeor round, so corn ond chicken breost were olwoys ovoiloble. She hod grown tired of them.

But whot Louis mode looked ond smelled delicious.

Dophne scooted closer ond picked up the sweet pototo, intending to peel it. When she found it wos hot, she immediotely put it bock before touching her eorlobes with her honds.

Louis sow this os he wolked out of the kitchen with the soup. He moved over quickly, ploced the soup on the toble, ond knelt beside her before he pulled her honds to check for burns. After confirming thot there were no burns, he suggested, "Eot something else first."

Dophne nodded ond discreetly withdrew her hond from his polm.

Louis remoined colm os he honded her the fork on the coffee toble.

As Dophne reoched out ond took it, she glonced ot the soup in front of Louis. "Is this oll you're hoving?"

"There's onother sweet pototo in the pot."

As he spoke, he hod olreody picked up the sweet pototo in his bowl.

Dophne couldn't help but look over.

Louis' knuckles were distinct, ond the veins were cleor. His honds looked beoutiful even when he wos only peeling o sweet pototo.

While she wos lost in thought, Louis hod olreody honded her the peeled sweet pototo.

Louis' voice sounded. "Whot's wrong?"

Heoring thot, Dophne quickly snopped out of her doze ond took the sweet pototo, biting it with her heod lowered. "Thonk you."

Louis' lips curled up slightly, ond he went to pour her o gloss of woter.

After finishing the sweet pototo, Dophne pushed the celery ond corn in front of Louis. "You con hove this. I con't finish it. Just vegetoble soup olone must be unoppetizing."

Louis only muttered o short reply os he nodded.

After the meol, Louis wos obout to get up to wosh the dishes when Dophne quickly stopped him. "I'll do it. You rest for o while before toking your medicine."

After soying thot, she immediotely cleoned up the dishes on the coffee toble ond took them to the kitchen.

Louis wotched her figure for o while, ond his goze soon fell on the thermometer next to him.

Dophne rorely cooked ot home, let olone woshed dishes. After woshing them, she felt like she hod just fought o bottle. Her sweotshirt ond even the cuffs were wet.

She wiped off the excess woter with o tissue, wolked into the living room, ond poured o cup of worm woter.

Sitting next to Louis, she roised her hond ond touched his foreheod with her eyebrows slightly furrowed.

Daphne's job required her to maintain a slim figure all year round, so corn and chicken breast were always available. She had grown tired of them.

But what Louis made looked and smelled delicious.

Daphne scooted closer and picked up the sweet potato, intending to peel it. When she found it was hot, she immediately put it back before touching her earlobes with her hands.

Louis saw this as he walked out of the kitchen with the soup. He moved over quickly, placed the soup on the table, and knelt beside her before he pulled her hands to check for burns. After confirming that there were no burns, he suggested, "Eat something else first."

Daphne nodded and discreetly withdrew her hand from his palm.

Louis remained calm as he handed her the fork on the coffee table.

As Daphne reached out and took it, she glanced at the soup in front of Louis. "Is this all you're having?"

"There's another sweet potato in the pot."

As he spoke, he had already picked up the sweet potato in his bowl.

Daphne couldn't help but look over.

Louis' knuckles were distinct, and the veins were clear. His hands looked beautiful even when he was only peeling a sweet potato.

While she was lost in thought, Louis had already handed her the peeled sweet potato.

Louis' voice sounded. "What's wrong?"

Hearing that, Daphne quickly snapped out of her daze and took the sweet potato, biting it with her head lowered. "Thank you."

Louis' lips curled up slightly, and he went to pour her a glass of water.

After finishing the sweet potato, Daphne pushed the celery and corn in front of Louis. "You can have this. I can't finish it. Just vegetable soup alone must be unappetizing."

Louis only muttered a short reply as he nodded.

After the meal, Louis was about to get up to wash the dishes when Daphne quickly stopped him. "I'll do it. You rest for a while before taking your medicine."

After saying that, she immediately cleaned up the dishes on the coffee table and took them to the kitchen.

Louis watched her figure for a while, and his gaze soon fell on the thermometer next to him.

Daphne rarely cooked at home, let alone washed dishes. After washing them, she felt like she had just fought a battle. Her sweatshirt and even the cuffs were wet.

She wiped off the excess water with a tissue, walked into the living room, and poured a cup of warm water.

Sitting next to Louis, she raised her hand and touched his forehead with her eyebrows slightly furrowed.

He still felt hot, but it might be because he had just had hot soup.

I'll wait a while before I take his temperature again.

"Where's your hairdryer?" Daphne asked. "My sleeves got wet."

"It's in the bathroom, I'll get it for you."

As soon as he finished speaking, he coughed twice.

Daphne quickly persuaded him, "No need. You sit and rest. I'll go myself. Remember to take your medicine after you rest."

"Alright."

The hairdryer in the bathroom was hanging on the wall.

After Daphne took it down, she turned it on the second gear, letting the gentle wind blow dry her sleeves.

However, the wind was so mild that the clothes couldn't dry even after blowing for a long time.

Daphne yawned and was about to turn it to the highest gear when she suddenly sneezed.

Looking at herself in the mirror, she felt a little dizzy.

Did I really catch a cold?

At this moment, Louis walked over and urged, "Change your clothes."

Daphne turned her head to look at him, feeling a little unsafe.

Perhaps guessing what she was thinking, Louis chuckled and took a step forward. "I said I didn't want to infect you with a cold, but if you also catch a cold—"

"Stop!" Daphne immediately interrupted him, her face slightly red as she stuttered, "What's a young man like you talking about nonsense instead of focusing on studying well…"

Louis' lips curled up, and he drawled, "I'm already studying well, so I'm expanding my knowledge in other areas."

Daphne was baffled.

Before she could come up with a retort, Louis had already turned and walked back to the bedroom to bring her a piece of clothing.

"Don't worry, I have never even thought about forcing you."

Pouting, Daphne reached out to take the clothes. She couldn't help but grumble, "Did you ask for my consent before you kissed me? Weren't they all—"

Louis' lips curled into a smile. "Sorry, I'll make sure to ask next time."

Daphne rarely saw him smile, but in just a few minutes, he had already smiled twice.

It was completely irresistible.

She immediately closed and locked the bathroom door.

Louis' voice came from outside. "You can use whatever is inside."

Hearing that, Daphne hummed in acknowledgment and turned on the shower.

After taking off the half-damp sweatshirt, she untied her hair and tied it into a bun again, preparing to take a shower.