"Are you here to see if I've cleaned the dishes?"
Valentine Teller said irritably, walking past Mark Reed with a huff.
Since he can eat and get out of bed by himself, he seems to be almost recovered.
She even started to suspect if his stomachache was fake just now.
After the doctor's check-up, they only prescribed some medicine and gave him an IV, saying it's not serious and that he would recover with some care.
It hasn't even been an hour or two, and he's acting like nothing's wrong, making it hard to not be suspicious.
Mark Reed's gaze followed Valentine Teller's figure, and he genuinely praised, "Your noodles are delicious."
"Really?" Valentine Teller pursed her lips, appearing nonchalant, but her heart was overjoyed.
Of course, her noodles are delicious. Not only her noodles, but she cooks even better meals. Though she won't cook for him—what a jerk, big pervert!
"Yeah, continue tomorrow morning."
