The Woman From Hell
Chapter 1008

Chapter 1008

After leaving the villa, I realized there were many bodyguards guarding outside.

At this moment, I felt like I was in prison. However, Jordan had arranged so many people for safety reasons. There was nothing to complain about.

Houses in foreign countries were placed far away from each other, so there were comparatively more open spaces. Due to negligence, these spaces were now filled with an overgrowth of wild vegetables and weed, all of which were edible.

Upon returning to the villa, I grabbed some flour I found in the fridge earlier.

I would be able to make a batter from the wild vegetables and flour.

After bringing the water to a boil, I added the seasoned flour into the boiling water and waited roughly ten minutes for it to cook.

Although it was not very tasty, it was easy to digest and could be used to replace oatmeal.

After taking the bowl upstairs and into Jordan’s room, I saw that his eyes were closed and thought that he was asleep.

I looked at the food in the bowl and hesitated for a few

seconds before whispering, "Time to eat, Mr. Fredericks."

He did not open his eyes. I hesitated for a moment and put down the bowl, bending down to cover him up with a blanket.

However, he suddenly pressed down my hand and startled me. When I looked up, I caught him staring at me.

I pursed my lips. "I'm sorry for waking you up."

He smiled slightly and shook his head. "I wasn't asleep."

As he spoke, his gaze darted toward the bowl on the side. "What did you make?"

I drew back my hand and picked up the bowl, saying," I couldn't find any oatmeal here and there were only some flour and wild vegetables. I made some wheat flour soup. See if you like it?"

He tried to get up but accidentally tore his wounds and could not help but gasp.

I quickly reached out to help him out of instinct, but a s I was in a hurry, I failed to hold him and even accidentally fell on him, pressing on his body.

I was tremendously awkward and quickly got up to apologize. "I-I’m sorry, I d-didn’t mean to."

I glanced at the bowl in my hand. Fortunately, the wheat flour soup did not spill. I put down the bowl and saw him staring fixedly at me. I said in a slightly flustered manner, "I didn’t do it on purpose. I wanted t o help you but lost my balance."

I laughed. "I know."

Why was he looking at me like that, then?

I helplessly sighed and supported his head so he could lean against the bed. I then handed the bowl to him and said, "Try it."

He looked at me but did not reach out to take it. Instead, he asked, "Am I a patient now?"

I nodded. "You're an injured patient."

There was such a huge hole in his waist. What was he i f not an injured patient?

Jordan smiled slightly. "Since I'm an injured patient, I don’t think it'll be too much to ask for you to feed me, right?"

I was a little surprised to hear the words that came out of his mouth.

I pursed my lips and looked at him. I said seriously, “I always thought you were a man with a cool disposition and wouldn’t make jokes like that, Mr.

Fredericks."

Jordan laughed but did not say anything. He reached out to take the bowl.

He took a bite, and perhaps he thought it was tasty, he nodded slightly before asking, "Did you often cook last time?"

The speed of his thinking and change of topic was breathtakingly fast. I failed to react in time.

I sighed and said, "I often cooked when I was raising m y son alone."

He nodded. "Your skills are pretty good."