Marrying The Supposed Gold Digger (Valerie)

“Huh?” Valerie was a little confused. She touched her forehead and said, “It’s alright. It’s not hot…“.

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Sering Matthew’s grim expression, she had to soften her stance. “There’s a medicine box in the TV cabinet, and there’s an electronic thermometer I bought before”

Matthew took the electronic thermometer and checked her temperature.

Her forehead temperature was 30 C, and her hand temperature is

was 40 C.

No wonder she didn’t feel hot when she touched her forehead. Her hand temperature was evi like her head was a bit cold.

Matthew was speechless for a moment. “You have a

lever

was even higher than her forehead’s, maybe making her feel

Valerie couldn’t deny it. No wonder she felt a bit lightheaded. She had probably overexerted herself today. She had sweated on the way from the bar to Ashland Street in the afternoon and caught a bit of a chill on the way back

She felt a bit embarrassed. “Mr. Grant, don’t worry, It’s fine. I’ll just need to rest.

Then she added, “It’s dinner time. Are you hungry? I’ll go cook…..

As the finished speaking, she began to walk toward the kitchen in a daze, steadying herself against the wall after a few steps, as if she might collapse at any moment NôvelDrama.Org owns all © content.

Matthew stared at her for three seconds, then couldn’t help but step forward, grabbing her wrist firmly. His face was darkened, and he saw through his clenched teeth. Valerie, what do you take ine fort Do you think I would make a person with a high fever cook for me?”

Valerie was startled by

by his cold tone, and when she looked up and saw that he was genuinely angry, she couldn’t help but swallow nervously.

Matthew was initially angry, but seeing her bewildered expression, he couldn’t stay angry. He could only give her an order, “Go lie down in bed.

Valerie couldn’t resist him and complied. But she couldn’t help but ask. Then what about dinner? I was planning to make braised beef with potatoes. I took the beef out this morning. If I don’t cook it tonight, it might go bad…

She was sick, yet she was still thinking about her beef,

Matthew felt his temples throb. “Just leave it to me.

Unable to resist him, Valerie finally quieted down and obediently went back to her room, changed into her pajamas, and washed her face with

warm water.

Since becoming pregnant, she seemed to have become more fragile than before. She felt weaker, slept more, and couldn’t concentrate as well. She had been shopping with Katherine just yesterday

and hadn’t noticed anything wrong with her. It was a close call today, but fortunately, nothing serious happened. However, the matter with Ashley and Caleb still felt unresolved.

But worrying wouldn’t solve anything. She took a deep breath and put on a

thick.coat

Although Matthew told her to lie in bed, she didn’t feel sleepy after resting for a while, So, she went to the living room to get a glass of water. Unexpectedly, as soon as she opened the door, she heard some noise from the kitchen.

Valerie was surprised as she thought. Is it Mr. Grant?

She knew Matthew couldn’t cook at all. When she first moved in, the house was basically fully furnished except for the kitchen.

With a curious heart, Valerie plord to the kitchen door and lifted the curtain halfway.

Sure enough, Matthew was busy in the kitchen. He wore an apron, and the frozen beef lay on the cutting board. Matthew held a knife in one hand and his phone in the other, as at contemplating low to cut the beef. She didn’t know what he was looking at on his plane, but after staring at it for a long time, he seemed to make up his mind and decisively chopped down on the cutting board.

With a herce momentum and furrowed brows, he looked as if he wasn’t cutting beef but was rather dismembering a corpse for revenge.

Valerie was ducked.

Was Matthew really going to cook for her!