Chapter 1008


    After leaving the vi, 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 toin about.


    Houses in foreign countries were ced far away from each other, so there wereparatively


    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 vi, 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 rece 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 nket.


    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?"


    Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDra/ma.O(r)g!


    He tried to get up but identally 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


    identally 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 nced 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 bnce."


    Iughed. "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."


    Jordanughed 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


    cookst 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."