Her Second Marriage, Being Mr. Moore's New Wife

Chapter 482 I'm Better off Dead.

Zain frowned. He had not come back to his sense yet after that petite figure disappeared in his line of

sight.

Yanis ran upstairs quickly and hid in her room, with her heart pounding.

What was going on? Zain walked towards her, and if she was not wrong, he should be staring at her

lips.

Was she trying to blame her for kissing him the other day?

At that thought, Yanis covered her chest with both hands and said to her heart, “Why are you

pounding? Can you be calm?”

After a moment of thinking, she regretted that she ran away when Zain walked to her. It was a good

opportunity, why didn’t she flirt with him?

Like, kiss him again?

Good idea!

However, she had blew away such a great opportunity.

Yanis covered her face with regret.

*

The hospital

It was in an hour Alice came to the hospital carrying the insulation barrel.

When she entered the ward, a gleam of joy flickered in Kennedy’s eyes, but it was soon replaced by

gloom. He sat there sullenly without greeting her.

Alice did not want to talk to him but put the insulation barrel on the table and then open it.

As soon as it was opened, the smell of food wafted out and soon filled the room.

Kennedy had been waiting there for a long time, plus when received her phone, he had not had food

yet. Now his stomach was empty, so when he smelt the food, his stomach seemed to be restless.

He frowned slightly. This woman...

His throat stirred at the thought, but in the end he said nothing.

Alice filled the bowl with porridge. Considering his injury, he handed it to him.

“Eat.”

Kennedy did not answer but stared at her with displeasure.

Alice raised her eyebrows, “What? Not hungry?”

“You said you would be back in an hour.”

“Yes.” Alice nodded, “What is the problem?”

Kennedy was silent and fixed his eyes on her. After a moment he complained.

“You're thirty minutes late.”

Alice, “... So? You're not going to eat because I'm late?” With that, Alice shook the bowl to him.

Kennedy, “Coax me.”

Alice, “?”

Kennedy, “I am a patient.”

“......” Alice resisted the impulse to blow his head and sneered with the corner of her mouth raised, “Are

you serious?”

“Yes.” Kennedy nodded. And he sat closer with his breath blending with hers, “If you do not coax me, I

won’t eat it. If I don't eat it, it's gonna be hard to heal. I hurt for you. The doctor said it would scar.”

Alice glanced at him. Was he threatening her with his injury?

Apparently yes.

“And I have to have recovery surgery. Do you want me to skip meals?”

Hearing that, Alice sneered, put the bowl on the table, making a clear sound.

“Never mind, I'm not the one who starved to death.”

With that, she got up and walk to insulation barrel, screwed the cover. Subsequently she paused and

looked at Kennedy through the corner of his eyes. He had lied back to bed. His back was injured!

At that thought, Alice’s face instantly changed. She turned and rushed to him.

“What are you doing? You have injury on back! Don’t lie on your back!”

Kennedy, however, was motionless.

“No one cares about me anyway. I'm better off dead.”

Why did he become so childish? Alice was dumbfounded and finally realized that Kennedy had really

changed his character. He was like rascal to her.

He was completely unaware of his identity as a president of the Moore Group and did not care about

his own image.

What was wrong with him?

Alice was angry, but at the thought of those shocking injury on his back, she could do nothing.

Kennedy was badly hurt by sulfuric acid. There must be scar on his back. Ordinary people would have

died with that injury, but he threatened her with it to stay.

Never mind, wait until he was healed.

Finally, Alice closed her eyes, trying to suppress her emotions and then opened her eyes, picked up

the bowl, “I beg you, Kennedy, get up and eat something, health is the most important. If you die, you

have nothing.

She began to nag like an old woman.

Kennedy’s facial expression changed slightly and he looked at her.

“Are you coaxing me?”

She nodded naturally. “Yes.”

Kennedy raised his pale lips, “You are not, I refuse to eat.”

Alice was helpless, “What do you want?”

Kennedy raised his hand, pointing to his lips, with obvious meaning. Alice was shocked to see that.

What a shameless bastard.

“Impossible. I can coax you to eat it, but nothing else. Kennedy, if you don't want to eat it, I'll throw out

all the porridge I made and call Nathan to come and take care of you. As for your injury, I will pay for

your medical expenses.” Alice took out the phone and was to call Nathan.

The next second, Kennedy sat up from the bed in a fast speed that surprised Alice.

Before she could figure out what happened, her wrist was caught by Kennedy.

“Did you say you made the porridge?” That was what he cared about.

Seeing that he sat up suddenly, Alice thought it would hurt his wound and even forgot to make a call.

She wanted to go to see his injury, but Kennedy tightly clutched her wrist.

“Answer me!”

“Yes, I made it myself, so do you eat it or not?”

“Yes.” Kennedy stared at her and reached out his hands, “I was wrong, I will eat it now.”

Alice, “...”

She handed him the bowl. “Eat. It will get cold soon.”

“Ok.” Kennedy nodded obediently and began to eat holding the bowl with his head bowed. After a

mouthful of it, he frowned, “Why is it so light?”

“You hurt badly, shall I give you a gourmet dinner?”

Kennedy, “...”ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

Seeing that her eyes were cold, Kennedy’s mouth twisted, “No, it is good enough.”