Marriage Without Love: Sir, Please Stop

Chapter 22 Childish Yet Cute

Chapter 22 Childish Yet Cute

"Mr. Shaffer!"

Ralph caught up with Bennett while carrying a long black cloak.

Bennett stood at the front of the bridge and frowned. He seemed to be waiting for Ralph impatiently.

Ralph stepped forward and carefully put the cloak onto Ralph's shoulders, "I know that you're worried

about Mrs. Shaffer, but you also have to pay attention to keeping yourself warm. It's still snowing

outside!"

Snowflakes were whirling in the sky like a myriad of feathers. They landed softly onto Bennett's short

black hair, softening his gloomy temperament.

Ralph's expression turned dark, "Who's worried about her? I'm here to see if she's pretending to be

sick! Ralph, you'd better pray that this is not an act. Otherwise, you'll be punished together with her!"

Ralph, "..."

Ralph couldn't understand why he was involved in this matter suddenly.

"Mrs. Shaffer, Mrs. Shaffer!"

When Wendy spotted Bennett on the bridge, she was so excited until forgetting to bring water to

Catalina, "Mr. Shaffer has come to see you!"

"Huh?"

Catalina was extremely surprised.

As the two talked, the bedroom door was pushed open from outside. Following, Bennett, who was

covered in cold, stepped in.

As he walked into the room, he untied the cloak on his shoulders and handed it to Ralph, who was a

step behind him.

By the time Bennett reached Catalina's bedside, he was already looking good in his suit and leather

shoes. His two long and straight legs were eye-catching.

"He really shows off his charms all the time," thought Catalina.

Bennett stood by the bed and frowned. He looked at Catalina, whose face was reddish because of the

fever.

Catalina was feeling uncomfortable upon Bennett's stare.

She felt that Bennett was trying to identify the authenticity of her illness.

"What are you doing here?" Catalina asked.

Bennett raised his eyebrows, "I want to check whether you're pretending to be sick."

As expected.

Catalina was speechless, "I'm not as childish as you."

Surprisingly, Bennett didn't fight back against Catalina. He picked up the thermometer on the bedside

table, gently pinched and lifted Catalina's ear with the other hand, and inserted the thermometer into

Catalina's ear canal.

Catalina was stunned. Her eyes were filled with shock while staring at Bennett. The area where her

ears were pinched felt hot.

On the other hand, Ralph and Wendy were also dumbfounded.

None of them had expected Bennett, who was always proud and in high position, would personally

measure for someone's body temperature.

It was unbelievable!

Bennett took the thermometer out of Catalina's ear.

Thirty-nine-point-eight degree celsius.

Bennett frowned and glanced at the antique clock on the wall. Then, his gaze fell back onto Catalina,

who looked a little frightened, "What are you looking at? I just want to make sure for myself whether

you're playing tricks with me."

Catalina, "..."

As expected!

Catalina thought that it was impossible for Bennett to suddenly care so much about her.

"Well, you can now confirm that I'm not pretending, right? Bennett, you can leave now," Catalina asked

Bennett to leave with a cold face. All the emotions just now disappeared in an instant.

"Who knows whether you've done anything on this thermometer?"

Bennett calmly threw the thermometer back onto the bedside table. Then, he took a pack of

disinfectant wipes from his pocket and wiped his hands. He asked Wendy impatiently, "Why hasn't the

doctor arrived yet?"

Wendy replied, "The doctor is arriving soon."

Catalina was feeling a little angry.

"So this guy isn't satisfied even after taking my body temperature personally? Did he really need to wait

for the doctor's confirmation to believe that I'm sick?" Catalina thought.

Catalina was also disturbed by Bennett's action of wiping his hands with wet wipes.

Had Bennett wiped his hands just because he touched her?

Had Bennett thought of her as something poisonous?

If he disliked her that much, why did he kiss her again that morning?

The more Catalina thought about it, the angrier she became. She turned her face aside and decided to

stop talking with Bennett.

Suddenly, Ryker, the doctor of Sophora Villa, entered the room while carrying a medical kit.

"Mr. Shaffer, Mrs. Shaffer, I'm really sorry for being late."

"Stop talking. Come quickly and examine her."

Bennett beckoned Ryker to come over to examine Catalina.

"Ok..."

Ryker approached the bed with his medical kit.

Ryker first checked on Catalina's heartbeat and touched Catalina's forehead. Then, he turned his head

and asked Wendy, "Has Mrs. Shaffer measured her body temperature?"

"Just measured, more than thirty-nine degrees celsius," Catalina replied.

"Thirty-nine-point-eight degrees."

Bennett added.

Ryker nodded, "When was that measured?"

Catalina, "Just now. Probably, five minutes ago?"

Bennett frowned and corrected her, "At six o'clock thirty-seven minutes and five seconds."

Wendy, "..."

Ralph, "..."

Catalina looked at Bennett in surprise.

"What are you looking at? There's no doubt that my IQ is higher than yours and my memory is much

better. Do you think that I'll purposely remember these for you?"

Catalina, "..."

Indeed, who was Bennett? He was the third son of the Shaffer family. He was the Bennett who had

always detested Catalina.

Moreover, the reason why Catalina was sick was also because of him. How could it be possible for him

to care about her?

Catalina also felt that her idea just now was ridiculous.

Ryker used to be a military doctor who followed Drake in the army. He was knowledgeable. A mere

cold was a simple disease for him to treat.

"Mr. Shaffer, you don't need to worry much. Mrs. Shaffer is sick because of the flu. She can heal shortly

after taking medicine on time and having a good rest."

"When did you see that I was worried about her?" Bennett retorted.

After that, he frowned as he glanced at Catalina, who was looking sick, "I'll give you two days to rest.

After two days, come to my room to report to me! If two days is not enough, old man, you need to fuck

off!"

The last sentence was said to Ryker.

After Bennett finished speaking, he didn't stay long and strode out of Catalina's bedroom.

Catalina, "..."

Why was he being so overbearing and unreasonable?

"Mrs. Shaffer, please have a good rest. You can call me any time if required."

Ralph also left Catalina's room. He held Bennett's cloak and caught up with Bennett, "Mr. Shaffer, your

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As soon as Bennett left, Wendy said happily, "Mrs. Shaffer, Mr. Shaffer treats you so well. Just now, he

cared about you so much!"

"That's not what you just said earlier. Besides, I don't think he was worried about me. He would only

worry that I'm not able to serve him well due to my illness."

"Mr. Shaffer doesn't show his feelings through words! Did you see how well he remembered your

condition? I can't even answer the questions that Ryker asked just now! I don't believe what he claimed

about not remembering your condition purposely. Do you agree, Ryker?"

Ryker nodded, "Yes, Mr. Shaffer isn't talkative. But today, he's acting unusual in front of Mrs. Shaffer.

He was even a little childish. It's a rare sight!"

"Yes! It's also my first time realizing that the cold Mr. Shaffer has a cute side of him!" Wendy chuckled

and smiled teasefully.

Childish was right but cute?

"Wendy, do you have any misunderstandings about the word 'cute'?"

Wendy, "..."

Actually, Catalina wasn't surprised by Wendy's and Ryker's misunderstandings. After all, they might not

know much about the grudges she had forged with the Shaffer family.

How would Bennett, a person who drew a clear demarcation between whom or what to hate or love,

care about a "bad" woman like her?

Catalina glanced at the rag doll on the bedside.

Thanks to Bennett, now this rag doll had a separate head and body.

If Bennett really cared about her, why would he take her most important things to threaten her?

Catalina's eyes darkened a little. She turned her head aside and didn't want to think more.