Rebirth to Be with My Disabled Husband

Chapter 29 Awful

Faced with Samantha’s extreme cold, Finley had no choice but to raise the air conditioning temperature. However, Samantha remained incredibly cold, and when Finley touched her body for the second time, it felt like touching an ice block–extremely cold.

“How could this be?” Finley contemplated calling the family doctor, but before he could do that, Samantha grabbed his arm, saying, “Finley, I’m so cold… So cold.”Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

Alas, due to the air conditioning, Finley felt uncomfortably hot.

One should note that it was summertime, and the air conditioning was blowing warm air. He was already sweating, yet Samantha remained icy cold. Unable to find a solution, Finley went to the bed, took off his clothes, and pulled Samantha into his arms.

Feeling Finley’s warmth, she reached out and hugged him tightly. As the temperature increased, Samantha’s body gradually warmed up and returned to normal before long. After that, she slept peacefully in Finley’s arms. After confirming Samantha’s recovery, Finley adjusted the air conditioning back to its normal settings.

Lying beside Samantha, Finley, still unclothed, allowed Samantha to embrace him. Observing Samantha’s pale face while she slept in his arms, Finley pondered silently.

Early the next morning, when Samantha woke up, Finley was no longer by her side. She checked the temperature at his spot–cold. She couldn’t help wondering if Finley ever returned to the room to sleep last night. Because she used herself as a guinea pig for the poison and fell asleep from exhaustion last night, she only regained consciousness this moment.

Samantha got out of bed feebly, went to the bathroom for a simple wash, and suddenly felt nauseous. She rushed to the toilet and vomited. Looking at the bloodstains in the toilet, Samantha wiped her mouth and flushed the toilet. After rinsing again, she went to the dining room.

Finley didn’t go to the company that day. Instead, he worked from home. Seeing Samantha looking ghastly pale, he instructed Daphne, in a cold tone, “Bring the breakfast out.”

Daphne nodded and brought breakfast to the table.

Samantha approached the dining table and was stunned by the spread of highly nutritious food. When did the breakfast at Dean Residence become so health–giving?

Perplexed, Samantha sat down and watched as Fanley approached. She quickly grabbed a bowl and served him a portion of the tonic soup. “Darling, this soup is definitely health- giving. You should drink up.”

Finley lowered his eyes and took a sip of the chicken soup, only to put the spoon down with displeasure. “What’s wrong, darling?” she asked with a frown.

“Awful.”

“How can that be?” Samantha, without any aversion, grabbed Finley’s bowl, took a sip from it, and said, “Are you sure there’s nothing wrong with your taste buds, darling? This is delicious!”

“If it’s so good, why did you only take one sip?” Finley’s tone remained disdainful. Samantha. paused, then, in front of Finley, drank the entire bowl of tonic soup. “See, I finished it. The soup is really not bad at all, so…”