Unexpectedly, as soon as she finished speaking, she was met with a disgusted look from Christopher.

"I don’t like to eat other people’s saliva."

His words stunned Janice.

She had just acted subconsciously and had completely forgotten Christopher’s situation.

Her hand was stiff in the air. She didn’t know whether to take the food back. It was very embarrassing.

Amelia glared at her son. He really was clueless.

She comforted Janice, "Come, Janice, let’s eat. Don’t worry about him."

After saying that, she deliberately put food into Janice’s bowl.

Only then did Janice withdraw her hand. She knew that Amelia was protecting her, so she gratefully replied.

"Thank you, mom."

"Don’t say thank you. We are a family. We offer each other food. Come on, eat more."

As Amelia spoke, she offered food to everyone at the table. After she finished, she even deliberately glared at her son provocatively.

Christopher was speechless.

Not only did his grandfather defend her, but even his mother too.

He was truly unable to understand exactly what sort of method she had used to win over his family.

Christopher felt unhappier the more he thought about it, so he simply stopped eating.

"I’m full."

He got up and walked upstairs.

Janice wanted to call out to him but did not in the end.

Because of Christopher’s departure, the atmosphere at the dining table suddenly became gloomy.

Seeing this, Amelia comforted Janice. "Ignore him. Janice, let’s continue eating." "Yes."

Janice didn’t want to dampen everyone’s mood. She nodded, but she was no longer in the mood to continue.

Her depressed mood lasted till bedtime. When she passed by the study room, she found that the light was still on inside.

She looked inside and saw Christopher.

Thinking that he hadn’t eaten much for dinner, she turned around and went downstairs. She heated up a bowl of soup and brought it to the study.

She knocked on the door.

"Come in."

Christopher was reading a book when he heard the knock and spoke without even looking up.

Janice walked in and looked at him, reading intently. She hesitated for a moment, then said, "Hobby, I think you didn’t eat much for dinner. Have some soup."

After she finished speaking, she saw that Christopher had no intention of answering her, so she put the bowl of soup on the table. As she did so, she inadvertently glanced at the book in his hand.

After a pause, she cautiously said, "Hubby, are you reading a book related to technology?"

Hearing this, Christopher put down his book.

"Why? You have a problem with that?"

Janice immediately shook her head. She initially wanted to try to chat with him, but she realized he didn’t seem to have any intention of talking to her.

Christopher saw that she was still standing there and he frowned. "Is there anything else?"

Janice hurriedly nodded, however, when she met his impatient gaze, she swallowed her words and shook her head.

"I’m leaving. Don’t read too late."

As she spoke, she walked reluctantly towards the door.

When she walked out of the study and he still look up at her, she returned to her room in disappointment.

However, after she left, Christopher was no longer in the mood to read.

He glanced at the book in his hand, unconsciously recalling her answer that day.

"You love reading the most, especially books related to science and technology."

He instantly lost his desire to read. He threw the book aside and happened to glance at Janice’s bowl of soup.

...

He paused for a moment, then reached out to sniff it. After taking a sip, he immediately frowned and casually placed it to the side.

In the bedroom, Janice waited but Christopher did not come in to sleep. It was almost 10 o’clock.

She was anxious. After all, his injury hadn’t completely healed, so he shouldn’t stay up late.

She wanted to go to the study to remind him again, but stopped at the door.

She remembered that Christopher did not like her now, and if she went, things might get worse between them.

Forget it, she would continue to wait.

She sat down on the sofa again.

By the time Christopher returned to the bedroom, it was already quite late.

When he entered, he saw Janice sitting on the sofa.

She rested her chin on one hand and leaned against the armrest with her eyes closed. Her body was wobbly and it was obvious that she was dozing off.

Christopher was speechless, she was so sleepy yet she didn’t go to sleep.

Frowning, he walked forward, picked her up, and walked toward the bed. He placed Janice down, and just as he was about to leave, he suddenly thought of something.

Why did he carry her to the bed?

Where she slept had nothing to do with him.

What happened to him just now?

It seemed that he did it subconsciously.

He looked at his hands and was at a loss.

It was as if he had done this many times before that it was so familiar that his body responded immediately.

He looked at his hands and suddenly found it hard to believe.

It was an illusion.

Yes, it must be an illusion.

Thinking of this, he hurried into the bathroom and frantically poured cold water on his face.

Yes, he was convinced it was an illusion.

He looked at his drenched face in the mirror and breathed a sigh of relief.

The next morning, Janice woke up and found herself lying on the bed. She was stunned for a few seconds before she came to a realization.

"Did Christopher carry me to the bed?"

So they slept on the same bed last night.

Thinking of this, she felt a small surge of joy. Subconsciously, she turned to look at the other side of the bed, only to find that Christopher was nowhere to be found.

She glanced around the room and found it strange. It was so early, where did he go?

She got out of bed and was about to walk to the door when she tripped over something. She lost her balance and fell to the ground.

However, the pain that she had anticipated did not arrive.

Unexpectedly, she felt something soft. Before she could check, she heard a muffled groan.

She was stunned and slowly looked down. She was on top of Christopher. Why was he here?

"Did he sleep here last night?"

She was puzzled.

"You’re so heavy. Get up."

Christopher’s angry voice came from under her.

Janice reacted by immediately getting up from Christopher’s body.

"I’m sorry, I didn’t see you."

She said with some embarrassment.

Christopher rubbed his chest, where she hit, and gave her a disgruntled look.

When he came out of the bathroom last night, he realized that she had taken up the whole bed and he had no choice but to make a bed on the ground.

The mattress was hard and cold, he didn’t know how she could sleep on it.

Anyway, he didn’t sleep much last night. He didn’t fall asleep until dawn, but he was woken up by her.

Christopher’s heart was burning with anger, but he couldn’t blame her.

Janice stood there, staring at the resentment on his face. She didn’t know what to say.

"Hubby, were you the one who carried me back to bed last night?"

...

After asking, she looked at him expectantly.

Hearing her question, Christopher was stunned for two seconds. Then he remembered what he had done last night for no reason. He suddenly felt a little annoyed.

He said a little unnaturally, "No, you went to bed yourself."

As he spoke, he got up and walked toward the bathroom.

Janice’s heart sank. So it wasn’t him.

She thought that he had changed his mind about her.

It turned out that it was just her wishful thinking.

However, it didn’t matter. Even if she went back to bed by herself, at least he didn’t wake her up and let her continue sleeping on the bed. Thinking of this, he seemed to have changed a little.

The more she thought about it, the better Janice’s mood became.

However, at this moment, Christopher, who was in the bathroom, was full of regret.

If he had known this would happen, he would have ruthlessly woken her up last night.

But he had slept on the floor and made himself sore.

Christopher sighed in regret for a while in the bathroom. When he went out, Janice was standing outside the door.

He frowned and walked away from her awkwardly. Janice followed closely behind. "Thank you, hubby."

Christopher stopped in front of the wardrobe and was about to reach for his clothes when he heard her thanks. He glanced at her in confusion.

Janice didn’t elaborate. In a good mood, she stepped forward and asked.

"Do you want me to help you pick your clothes?"

Christopher frowned. "No need."

He reached out and took out a blazer.

Janice was confused when she saw that. "You’re going out?"

Christopher didn’t say anything and just looked at her. "I’m going to change my clothes."

In other words, it was time for her to leave.

Janice was briefly stunned before understanding dawned. She turned around and then heard the rustling sounds of Christopher changing.

Her cheeks couldn’t help blushing. She pursed her lips and said, "Wherever you’re going, I’ll go with you."

Christopher was taking off his clothes. Hearing her words, he glanced at her lightly.

"No need."

"No, you’ve just been discharged. Let me go with you."

Janice insisted.

Christopher was a little impatient. "I’m going to the company."

"Going to the company?" Janice felt that it was too soon for him to return, and she even forgot that she was avoiding seeing Christopher change. She turned around and said.

"You haven’t recovered yet. How can you go to the company? What if your wound is infected?"

Christopher was only halfway through changing his pants when he noticed that she had suddenly turned her head. Caught off guard, he reached out to cover his crotch in a panic.

Janice was stunned when she saw his actions. Her gaze couldn’t help but fall on his bare chest. His chest was still as robust as usual and his abs were still as she remembered.

She couldn’t help blushing and her heart raced.

When Christopher saw that she had been staring at his chest, he blushed for no reason.

"How shameless is she to stare at a man so blatantly!"

For a moment, he didn’t know where on his body to cover, and he stuttered. "What...

are you looking at? Turn away quickly."

Janice quickly turned around and couldn’t help covering her mouth to hide her laughter. To be honest, she had never seen Christopher so embarrassed.

Seeing that she had turned around, Christopher quickly put on his pants and shirt.

He didn’t even button up his shirt and walked to the door with his blazer.

Janice stood there, secretly laughing, when she heard the sound of the door opening behind her. She subconsciously turned her head and saw Christopher leaving hurriedly, and she immediately followed him.