Rebirth to Be with My Disabled Husband

Chapter 38 He Always Spoke with Hidden I entBelongs to © n0velDrama.Org.

Finley clutched his phone and dialed a number with no contact name. As the call hung in anticipation, Samantha appeared in his view, drenched in rainwater and holding a bowl of steaming dumplings.

She hurried toward Finley, who sat in a wheelchair and looked at him with concern. “Darling. why do you look so pale? Is your stomach bothering you?”

She wiped the rain off her face and handed him the steaming dumplings. “Here are the dumplings I bought for you. I was worried they would cool down, so I’ve been holding them. close to keep them warm. They’re still piping hot. Hurry upstairs and eat them. Once you’ve eaten, your stomach won’t bother you anymore

Finley didn’t respond to Samantha’s words; instead, he gazed at her, her hair still dripping. with water.

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Samantha continued, apologizing, “I had planned to buy you stomach medicine, but there is pharmacy near the restaurant I went to, so I couldn’t get it for you. If your stomach still bothers you after eating, I can immediately fetch it for you.”

Her words were earnest, devoid of any jesting with Finley.

He believed her promise. If he were to tell her that his stomach still hurt after eating, he knew she would genuinely go and buy stomach medicine for him.

Looking at the dumplings in Samantha’s hand, Finley asked, “Why didn’t you go home?”

With a smile adorning her face, Samantha replied, “Because wherever my husband is, I’ll be there too. I can’t leave my husband alone to go home. Besides, as long as my husband is there, that place is my home.”

Finley was momentarily speechless at Samantha’s words, then remarked, “Idiot.”

Samantha didn’t buy into Finley’s insult. Instead, she responded by praising him. “If I’m an idiot, it’s perfectly fine as long as my husband is smart, don’t you think?”

Once again, Finley found himself speechless.

Ah–choo! Ah–choo!

Samantha sneezed twice, rubbed her nose, and turned to Finley. “Darling, it’s so cold outside. Can we go upstairs?”

Finley looked at Samantha, who was completely soaked and took off his coat, offering it to her. Just as Samantha felt touched by the gesture, she heard Finley say, ‘Hold this for me.”

You don’t say what you mean! It’s obvious you want me to wear your coat, she thought.

Samantha accepted the coat from Finley’s outstretched hand and draped it over her shoulders. Then, with Finley holding the dumplings in his hand, she wheeled him upstairs.

After returning to Finley’s office, Samantha went to the restroom to take a shower. Being soaked to the bone, she knew she’d catch a cold if she didn’t.

As Samantha showered, Finley opened the dumplings she had bought for him. They were mild and without chili oil, garlic and onions he disliked.

It seemed like Samantha knew his taste very well.

Did Grandpa tell Samantha about my preferences? he wondered.

He pondered what benefits his grandfather might have bestowed upon her to make her treat him so well.

But wasn’t Amy Wallace the wife his grandfather had chosen for him?

If any benefits were given, they should have been for Amy, not Samantha. Since Samantha didn’t receive any benefits, why would she treat him so well?

At times, Finley truly didn’t understand Samantha’s thoughts.

By the time Samantha came out from the restroom, Finley had already finished eating the dumplings.

As Samantha dried her hair and wrapped herself in a robe, she sat beside Finley and asked, “Was it delicious?”