She Dumped Her Dodgy Husband After Suffering Amnesiac

Hellen rarely saw Hans’s eyes so close. His handsome face was so close that she was a little absent-minded. She only felt that his eyes were like the starry sky.

In the blink of an eye, she realized that her brain might have gone dizzy.

She looked aside and saw the maid talking to her. A blonde-haired, blue-eyed doctor was getting her an IV drip.

Hellen looked vigilantly at the bottle. “What is this?”

The doctor said politely, “Mrs. Jovano, you don’t feel well under the climate. This is for replenishing your physical strength.”

Hellen frowned. She rarely asked people to give her an IV drip.

When she saw Hans, she became calmed down.

However, she still had a headache and soon fell asleep again.

At noon, Hellen woke up again, feeling powerless and sickly.

Hans asked the maid to bring lunch to her room. He sat by her bed and fed her.

Hellen reached her hand out, wanting to take the spoon.

Hans refused to let go and said, “You’re sick now. When you’re better, I won’t feed you.”

Hellen glared at him, but she was so weak that her back was covered with sweat.

She gritted her teeth. When she realized that her wrist was weak, she stopped being angry with Hans and ate the food he had fed her.

After having lunch, Hellen looked around the room. “Where is Tiffany?”

“She and David went to buy gifts.”

“What gift?” Hellen moved her body. Her body was very sticky due to her sweat, but she was not able to get up and take a shower.

Hellen rubbed her forehead. Why did she feel such uncomfortable? It might be because of her pregnancy.

“We want to give it to Lambert,” Hans said.

Hellen felt a surge of nausea in her stomach. She covered her mouth and let out a retching sound.

Their eyes met and she turned her head awkwardly.

A person can become thick-skinned after going through a lot of awkward situations.

She realized it the third time she vomited into the toilet.

Hans opened the door and walked in.

He didn’t seem to be able to smell anything strange. He carefully helped Hellen up and brought her to the sink.

Hellen was placed on a chair that had just been moved over from the sink. Hans rolled up his sleeves, revealing his arms.

He washed the towel and brought it to Hellen’s mouth.

“Wipe it,” Hans said.

Hellen took the towel and Hans could see that she had not recovered yet.

Hellen widened his eyes when Hans held her head.ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

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Hans wiped her face.

Hellen opened her eyes wide and said, “Hans, I’ll do it myself!”

Hans washed the towel and handed it to Hellen.

Hellen took the towel and gritted her teeth. She looked at Hans’s calm face as if she was the one thinking too much.

She thought that it would be only one or two days before she recovered.

She didn’t expect to lie in bed for three days.

When Everet called, she was afraid that her brother would worry about her, so she did not say that she was sick but only said that she was negotiating with Lambert.

In the building.

The maids were waiting outside the kitchen downstairs. They looked at Hans in the kitchen and spoke in the language of Luxembourg.

“Miss Jovano, you’re so lucky to have such a considerate and handsome man like Mr. Grant.”

In the kitchen, Hans was reading a recipe on his phone.

Hellen said in a daze that she wanted to eat noodles in the way that people of Tempe City would cook.

The maids here didn’t know how to make these noodles, so he decided to make them for Hellen.

Of course, this was also the first time in Hans’s life that he had cooked.

He poured the cold oil into the pot. After starting the fire, he looked at the recipe for a while and then threw the green onions into the pot.

The two maids rushed in hurriedly. “Mr. Grant, are you all right?!”

Hans shook his head and wiped away the grease on his hand. He felt it burning.

However, he had always been meticulous in doing things. After reading the recipe, he poured the contents of the pot into the pot and poured oil into it again. This time, he was much more skilled.

He followed the recipe step by step. Ten minutes later, Hans stared at the noodle, which looked nice and smelt nice.

He tasted it and frowned. It didn’t taste right. There was too much salt.

He dumped the noodle. The maids tried to help him but were rejected.

After an hour and a half of work, Hans made a bowl of green vegetable noodles comparable to the one shown in the recipe and put it on a small tray.

The maid asked, “Mr. Grant, do you want us to serve Miss Jovano?”

Hans shook his head and said, “Clean up this place.”

During these three days, he asked David and Tiffany to purchase gifts every day. There were some things they had to buy from the suburb of the capital.

So Hans had been taking care of Hellen for the past three days.

He was able to sense that Hellen’s attitude towards him had become much better, and at the very least, her vigilance and precautions had vanished completely.

She no longer resisted his approach.

He made such huge progress!

He had to work harder!

In Hellen’s bedroom on the second floor, she was holding her phone and leaning against the bed.

Hellen felt much better. Although there was still a slight pain in the back of her head, it was already bearable.

They had been in Luxembourg for three days and it was too long. Hellen was checking the route on the Internet and planned to visit the Vincent Family’s castle tomorrow.

The door of the room opened. Hellen put away her phone and raised her head.

Hans walked in with a bowl of noodles.

Hellen stared at the noodles in astonishment.

“This is…” She looked up at Hans. When she was in a daze, she seemed to have said that she wanted to eat noodles. She didn’t expect him to remember it.

The noodles looked very good. Hellen now was strong enough to eat by herself. She picked up the noodles with her chopsticks and took a bite.

The strong aroma of the vegetables assailed her nose. Hellen was so satisfied. Being able to eat food from one’s homeland in a foreign country was the happiest thing in the world.

“Who made these noodles? It’s so authentic!” Hellen raised her head, her eyes full of smiles.

Hans’s expression was indifferent, but a smile flashed across his face.

Hellen blinked, “You didn’t do this, did you?”

Hans hummed in agreement with a nonchalant tone, “It’s very simple.” There was a hint of pride in his tone.