My Most Precious Wife

Emily wanted to laugh.

Did he do it on purpose? Was she someone who liked to compete?

"Really?" She raised her eyebrows!

"Yes." Henry looked back, and the two subordinates brought in the folding table that they prepared.

They put down the table and left.

Henry put a few bowls of noodles on the table and said, "Little greedy cat, come and eat."

"They smell good." Emily looked at the three bowls of noodles that had been pushed before her and was in a better mood because of the fragrance.

"I don't know what flavor you like. I bought many bowls. Have a try."

Henry stuffed the chopsticks into her hand and opened another bag. He took out three large bowls of noodles.

"How can we finish six bowls of noodles?" Jesus, that was crazy.

"You can try different tastes." Henry pushed the other three bowls in front of her.

Emily felt that it was too wasteful. However, with so much noodles placed in front of her, her appetite was instantly aroused.

She quickly picked up her chopsticks and tasted the first bowl.

"Pork ribs noodles!" They were really delicious, but why didn't she see the ribs? "Where's the meat?"

"The doctor said that you couldn't eat meat today lest your wound leave scars. I had them pick all the meat out."

If she saw the meat but could not eat it, she would feel more uncomfortable.

Emily had no choice but to continue eating noodles.

After a few mouthfuls, she could not help but bring over another bowl and taste it, "Delicious!"

Her eyes lit up, but she couldn't tell what the ingredients were. Anyway, the noodles were so fresh and sweet!

"You don't eat pork ribs noodles anymore?" Henry looked at her, who wore a look of contentment.

"I...I want to eat this." The pork ribs noodles were not as delicious as this bowl!

"Go on." Wouldn't Henry know Emily was a foodie?

After spending a lot of time together, Henry realized that she was calm when something happened. However, most of the time, she was very childish. After all, she was only eighteen years old. How mature could she be?

Emily didn't care about what he was thinking and ate noodles with chopsticks.

"It's really delicious. Would you like to try some..."

She took the time to look at Henry and realized that he was also eating noodles.

However, what he ate... "I have eaten this bowl!"

"But you don't want to eat it anymore." Henry frowned.

She forbade others to eat what she didn't want. Was she so domineering?

"That's not what I meant!" Seeing his dissatisfied expression, Emily knew that he had misunderstood.

"I mean, I...ate it. How...can you eat?"

"Are you poisoned or infected?" Henry didn't care at all. In the blink of an eye, he ate half of a bowl of noodles. Emily blinked her eyes. She was not poisoned or infected, but Henry was the young master of the Sharp's!

He ate something that she had eaten. Didn't he feel disgusting?

"There are a lot of bowls. You can eat something else," she said hesitantly.

Henry did not even raise his head, "Have a try first. Give me those you don't like."

Emily held the chopsticks, and she was a little moved.

Looking at the man sitting in front of him, who was eating noodles, she felt that time flew.

When did they meet? When did he start to treat her well?

They were from different classes, but unknowingly, he became her friend and stayed by her side.

She didn't even know how they became friends.

Henry finally realized that Emily did not eat noodles, but kept staring at him.

After swallowing the food in his mouth, he raised his head to look at her and frowned, "What are you doing? Have you never seen a handsome guy?" "Yes," she nodded, "you are very handsome."

"What? You find that you like me?"

Henry did not take her words to heart at all and continued to lower his head to eat noodles. He could not articulate because he was eating.

"Let me tell you, I am not into you. You are disobedient and not gentle. Sometimes, you are rough. Don't like me, or you'll get hurt."

In the past, if he said so, Emily would definitely refute him.

But now, she only looked at him quietly for a while before asking softly, "Why do you treat me so well?"

Henry was stunned for a moment. Then, he drank more than half of the remaining soup before putting down the bowl and looking at her.

"Do I treat you well?" he asked seriously.

Emily thought for a while before nodding, "Yes."

"Okay! In the future, you have to work hard to pay me back what you owe me! Don't forget that I invest some money in you."

"..."

." She was a little lost for words.

Every time he made her moved, he would give her a slap to wake her up at once.

"I see!" She muttered and continued to eat her noodles with some resentment.

Looking at her indignant expression, Henry gradually became joyful.

He didn't notice that he treated her well.

Anyway, the boss asked him to take care of Emily, so he did it readily.

He was not so good, right?

"Try another bowl. You can't finish all the noodles."

He grabbed the bowl before Emily and pushed the other bowl over.

"Are you sure you want to eat my leftovers?" There were obviously so many bowls left. Why couldn't he eat a new bowl?

It made her look bad since she gave her leftovers to others.

"Try it first. If it's not delicious, give it to me." If the bowl he picked was exactly what she liked the most, wouldn't it be like snatching food from her?

Emily had no choice but to try another bowl.

With a mouthful, her mood became better!

"Too delicious!"

"Try something else."

"Let me have some first."

"This bowl of noodles also smells good."

แ

Hmm! It's delicious. I don't eat anymore. Give it to you!"

Three days later, Peter came over to perform a repair operation on Emily.

The operation took more than seven hours, and Emily was on the operating table, either lying or sitting.

When she came down, she felt dizzy and sleepy.

Although she didn't undergo general anesthesia, the anesthesia was used all over her body, and the medicinal effects were strong.

Peter and two nurses helped her down and let her sit in a wheelchair.

Peter smiled at her and showed friendly attitude as before, "Miss Emily, the operation was very successful. Don't worry. The majority of scars won't leave any traces."

"What about the minority?" Emily looked at him.

"Hmm..." Peter thought that she was sad, so he could only console her, "Three little scars were on the back and shoulders. Only when you wear off-the-shoulder dress will the little scar be seen." "Besides, after the repair operation, take good care of yourself. As time goes on, the scars will become shallower and shallower. In the future, they will fade."

Emily still didn't say anything. Peter was a little nervous, "Emily, if you're still worried, wait a month, and I'll..."

"Peter." Emily interrupted him and pulled at the corner of his clothes.

Peter knew that she wanted to talk to him alone. After letting the two nurses leave, he squatted down and looked at her, "Miss Emily, what do you want to say?" She hesitated for a moment before asking, "Is Hunter still in Bentson City?"