Chapter 86
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Daisy said indifferently, her hands were busy blanching noodles and putting them into two large bowls.
'You treat my brother so well, Daisy, do you love my brother?"
Daniel suddenly approached Daisy, his breath reeked of alcohol on her neck, making Daisy feel disgusted.
She elbowed him in the stomach without hesitation, Dalziel didn't have time to react, bent down, and hugged his stomach.
Daisy turned back, still holding a ladle in her hand, she looked at him coldly: "Stay away from me, otherwise don't blame me for not knowing what's good for you."
Although Dalziel was in pain, he still smiled: "I like your personality, Daisy, you hit me twice, I will repay you, I, Dalziel, am not someone who can be hit by others."
"So what, then I will wait with tired eyes."
Daisy didn't pay attention to Dalziel's threats, from beginning to end she looked at him coldly.
Because Dalziel was bending over, Daisy completely couldn't see his evil smile, to him, he could solve women in the blink of an eye.
She didn't pay attention to him anymore, immediately used the ladle to scoop the broth into two bowls of beef noodles, then covered the lid and took the two bowls away. Before leaving the kitchen, Daisy paused, she tilted her head to look at Dalziel and said: "You better not go and provoke my husband, otherwise I will make you suffer."
"Ah, sister-in-law, do you still know how to warn me today? What's so attractive about that cripple, he lost everything, he's just a useless rich kid, you care about him to the point that people doubt, do you love him or you love this property, according to my investigation, you also earned quite a bit of profit from this marriage, do you still dare to say that you love him?"
Dalziel had always been mocking her, he had sent his subordinates to investigate this matter thoroughly, so he confidently affirmed that Daisy did not love Atlas.
Daisy sneered when she heard this: "Whether I love Atlas or not, only he knows."After speaking, she left, Dalziel looked at her departing figure, his whole body exuded a cold aura, no woman had ever dared to confront him like this, only Daisy, very good, the future was long, and he would let her taste it, who would suffer was still unknown.
Daisy walked to the front of the room, and knocked on the door twice, to let the person inside know before opening the door.
Luckily there was electricity inside, she saw Atlas sitting at the table, and her cold face suddenly became warm.
"I'm back, look, I cooked beef noodle soup for you."
Daisy placed two bowls of hot beef noodle soup on the table, along with a plate of raw vegetables and two slices of lemon.
She sat down across from him, very naturally squeezing the lemon into his bowl, smiling and saying: "Eat it while it's still hot, I guarantee it's delicious, it won't disappoint you."
She said while squeezing the lemon into the bowl, Atlas didn't move his chopsticks and asked: "Why are you back so late?"
'I just finished eating with my mother, oh…"
Halfway through her sentence, she suddenly stopped, looked at him, and said: 'Don't tell me you're waiting for me?"
Realizing this, Daisy's mood suddenly brightened, and Atlas's eyes slightly averted: 'No."
'Oh? So sad, I missed you all day, don't you miss me at all?"
Daisy suddenly felt sad, she secretly observed his expression. She saw Atlas's face was a little red, but he refused to admit it, his lips pressed tightly together. Daisy couldn't bear to make things difficult for him, and sighed: "Alright, I'll eat, you should eat too."
After saying that, she put all the vegetables in the bowl. Knowing that he didn't eat vegetables, she didn't share them with him, so he took the trouble to take them out again.
It had been a long time since she had beef noodle soup. Daisy ate very enthusiastically, in contrast to Atlas, who didn't touch his chopsticks.
Daisy ate two bites and stopped to ask: "What's wrong? Why aren't you eating? Don't you like beef noodle soup?"
Atlas saw her worried expression and said indifferently: "My hand hurts so much, I can't lift my chopsticks."
"What's wrong with your hand? Let me see."
Daisy wanted to hold his hand, but he pulled it back.
"It's nothing to worry about, it's just an old wound."
Atlas's words reminded her of his scarred arm. Did he mean it was an old wound? She asked painfully. "Does it hurt a lot? Should I get you some ointment? It might help a little."
'I'm hungry."
His response was inconsistent.
Daisy quickly said, 'Let me feed you and then apply the ointment." She moved to his side, using both a spoon and chopsticks to feed Atlas bite by bite. He cooperatively opened his mouth to eat each bite. Atlas kept his eyes glued to her face, besides his mother, this was the second gentle face he had seen, she made him unable to take his eyes off her.
Fifteen minutes after feeding him, Daisy took out a tissue from the table to wipe the corner of his mouth, then she stood up.
Seeing that she wanted to leave, Atlas instinctively grabbed her hand and asked suspiciously: "Where are you going?"
"I'll go get you some ointment."
Daisy replied.
"No need, sit down and eat."
Atlas said softly, he didn't think she would care about him like this, for some reason, he felt a little guilty in his heart.
"But your hand hurts, let me apply some ointment for you first, and then eat."
She said softly, not wanting him to feel pain.
Atlas's heart tightened a little, he opened his mouth and said hoarsely: "I don't hurt anymore, sit down quickly."
"Really?"
Daisy looked at his face suspiciously, seeing that his expression was normal, there was no sign of pain, she sat down and ate her bowl of noodles. After a long delay, the noodles were soggy. Daisy didn't want to eat, but she couldn't bear to put down the bowl of noodles and pick up the chopsticks to eat.
After eating two bites, her face wrinkled, and the cold water made the noodles soggy but they weren't delicious any more. She picked up a few pieces of beef to eat first, then there were only noodles and vegetables. She struggled with her thoughts.
When she wanted to pick them up to eat, the chopsticks flew away.
She couldn't help but look at the man opposite her in a daze, he said indifferently: "If you can't eat it, then don't try to eat it anymore."
"It's okay, I can still eat it, this is what I cooked, give me the chopsticks."
"I told you not to eat it." Atlas's voice suddenly became colder, his face also became solemn.
