Healing my disabled husband
Chapter 574 Can Be Trusted

Chapter 574 Can be trusted

"Talking about your business," said Francis.

August looked at Matilda and asked, "Is there a problem?"

Matilda said, "Your fans are a little bit awesome. I'm a little bit scared."

August paused and looked at Matilda with an inquisitive gaze.

It was hard for him to imagine hearing the word "scared" in Matilda's mouth.

For him, it was simply incredible.

August said, "They're just a little enthusiastic. They don't hurt me."

"That's because you're safer," Matilda said. "You don't do things that make them sad."

August was known for being a clean slate in the circle, and he was even voted by his fans as an artist who could never let them down and could be trusted.

In the past, Matilda hadn't been paying attention to these, so she didn't know this.

Having recently learned this, Matilda had to pay attention to a few things.

In particular, Matilda had to think more about the enthusiasm of August's fans today.

August said, "If you really have that much to worry about, go with your gut."

Matilda smiled at August and said, "Let's be casual and not follow the script."

August nodded his head in agreement.

However, when he reached for the coffee, he looked down, but it was difficult to hide his loneliness at the bottom of his eyes.

Francis sighed silently as he listened to their conversation.

He said, "You two, you're really..."

When Matilda and August looked over at Francis, August said, "Don't be sad, Mr. Snider. If we have to work outside the show to get people interested in it, then there's no way out of the show." As soon as Francis heard August say that, he instantly became anxious.

"Don't talk nonsense," he said. "I'm very confident in my work. If I can't do that, I don't need to do it."

"That's exactly what Matilda wants," August said.

Francis shook his head helplessly and said, "You just spoil her."

August didn't say anything.

Matilda, on the other hand, had a strange look in her eyes when she heard Francis say that.

This kind of words sounded ambiguous.

She didn't say anything, just silently wondering if she should tell Miles in advance.

She had a premonition that, in Francis's tone, something might happen.

When the time came, it may not end well.

By the time they landed in Canport, it was evening.

Three people went to the hotel together. After taking the room cards, they then returned to their rooms. Matilda walked to the balcony with her phone, stared at the screen for a long time, and finally made a call. There was only one ring, and the other end picked up.

Miles's voice came over. "I was wondering if you were going to call me."

"And if I don't? What will you do?" Matilda asked.

"I'll call you," Miles said.

Matilda laughed, then tensed up and said, "You didn't call me."

There was something wronged and lost in her voice, as if Miles were some big bad guy.

Miles smiled and said, "I was wrong. I'll call you from now on, Okay?"

Matilda was soothed in an instant.

After talking to Miles for a while, Matilda told Miles about Francis's plan.

When Miles heard that, he said, "He really doesn't stop."

Matilda said, "So, you're mad?"

"Not really," Miles said.

Matilda's eyebrows twitched in surprise, and she was surprised to hear that answer.

"You're really not mad?" Matilda couldn't believe it when she heard Miles say that.

She was a little aggrieved.

"Have you forgotten what I do for a living?" Miles said. "If I didn't know any better, I'd still be in the game?" "If you say so, I'll let go," Matilda said.

Miles's voice turned cold. "No," he said, "You're not like other people. Other people can do this, but you can't." After talking for a long time, he was still angry.

"Miles, are you playing with me?" Matilda snorted, almost annoyed by Miles's wickedness.

Miles chuckled and said, "I can't look stingy, but I tried. I'm still stingy."

Matilda laughed at his words.

She said, "Okay, I get it. I told you I wouldn't do that."

"Yeah, I know," Miles said.

After they ended the call, Matilda's smile lingered.

Holding her cell phone, she stood on the balcony, still finding it hard to believe how she had become like this.

She was becoming less and less like herself, a version of herself she had never thought she would become.

She can not say what kind of feeling she was having.

It was novelty, not dis-likeable.

Moreover, she liked it more.

There was a knock on the door, and Matilda came to herself and went over.

As soon as she opened the door, she saw Francis and August standing at the door, looking at her helplessly. "What are you doing? I can't get through." Matilda remembered her phone call with Miles. With a laughter, she said, "What's wrong?"

"Go down and eat. Aren't you hungry? We're both starving," said Francis.

It wasn't the meal time when they were on the plane, and Francis had always been very averse to airplane food, believing it to be the worst thing in the world. Therefore, as soon as he settled his luggage, he couldn't wait to find the two of them for dinner.

Matilda was really hungry when she heard Francis' words.

She touched her belly and asked, "So, what are we going to eat?"

"The Curry Chef in Canport. I've already made a reservation, and you're going to love it," Francis said.

Without further delay, Matilda grabbed her backpack and went out.

The three went directly from the hotel to the restaurant. However, they underestimated the traffic jam in Canport.

Matilda rested her chin on the window and looked at Francis. "Mr. Snider, are you sure you don't want something else to eat first? I think you're going to get carsick."

At their speed, by the time they arrived at the restaurant, they might have already died, let alone if they had any appetite to continue eating.

Francis said, "No, we're almost there."

Matilda had no choice but to let Francis do what he wanted.

She wondered how good The Curry Chef was to make Francis want it so badly.

Finally, more than half an hour later, they arrived at the restaurant.

Francis was already carsick and stroked his stomach as he got out of the car.

But he did it for food.

The three of them entered a room. Before they arrived, Francis had ordered a few dishes and had Matilda and August add a few to their liking. When the food was served, Francis was still holding his forehead, looking listless.

Matilda poured him a cup of barley tea and said, "Mr. Snider, you're exaggerating. It's just a meal. Why are you doing this to yourself?" "Would it be the same?" Francis said, finally suppressing the discomfort in his stomach after a cup of barley tea.

He said, "Why do you think I brought you to Canport a day early?"

Matilda and August looked at each other and really didn't know.

Francis said, "Just to eat the food here. I tell you, this place is very difficult to book. I used a little bit of connections to book it."

"Mr. Snider," Matilda said, "If you set my expectations high, you're not afraid I'll be disappointed?"

"I still have that confidence," Francis said.

Matilda smiled and said, "That's true. Your taste can be trusted."