Predestined Bride

The whole morning, she acted as if she was only watching videos and playing games while in fact, observing Carl.

There was nothing significantly wrong with him. It was just he was so absorbed in things he was doing that he seemed distant.

Looked like something was on his mind.

But Carl never kept things on his mind.

Because anything he wanted to do, he would do it right away.

So this one must be a very tricky matter for him to handle.

The unusual expression on Carl’s face disappeared in a flash, and he quickly regained his composure.

He answered Jessica’s question with calmness, “I was thinking, if I moved to your house to take care of you, would you let me sleep in the master bedroom or the guest room? If it’s the guest room, should I pretend to be afraid of the dark, or pretend to have nightmares that I must not sleep alone… Ah!”

Carl slightly bent his knees and swung the leg that was kicked by Jessica, “Jessica, you are murdering your husband.”

“I don’t believe it.” Jessica knew that he was going to talk gibberish, and it was ridiculous even it was gibberish.

“It’s true.” Carl said seriously, “The bed is too small. What if I fall to the ground in the middle of the night?”

Jessica sneered, “Go back to bed of course. Don’t tell me you’ll sleep on the ground and catch a cold and blame me for it?”Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

Carl was sneered at and rubbed his nose, “You mean you agree to let me move in with you?”

The words of refusal got stuck in her throat.

Because Jessica remembered that Carl could cook now.

She could never learn cooking. And she didn’t want to eat takeout anymore. Takeout was nothing compared to homemade food.

Just as she was hesitating, Carl decided for her, “Alright, I’ll go get my things. Wait for me.”

Carl patted her head, turned around, and left.

Only when she heard the door close did Jessica realized that Carl didn’t answer her question. How did he manage to get away again?

She couldn’t help but pat her head. Could it be that her brain injury was too severe, causing her IQ to drop and unable to handle Carl anymore?

…

Carl moved into Jessica’s house.

Jessica sat on the sofa and played video games as Carl was reading the recipe and watching a cooking video on his tablet.

He looked exactly like a househusband.

After dinner, Jessica lay on the sofa and watched TV. Carl sat down with his phone in his hand.

She leaned over and found that Carl was reading a recipe for a mushroom hotpot.

Sensing that Jessica approached, Carl handed the phone to Jessica and signaled for her to take a look.

Jessica was puzzled, “You want to do this?”

“How about eating this for lunch tomorrow?” Carl asked.

“You…” Jessica paused for a moment and carefully asked, “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine. Why?” It was the same old smile on his face, with a hint of playfulness.

“Did anything happen to Tip Top during my hospitalization?” Carl stayed in the hospital every day for the past few days and forbade her to use her cell phone, saying that she needed to rest peacefully.

And Carl hadn’t been to work for days.

Therefore, she felt that something was wrong with Tip Top.

Otherwise, how could Carl be so idle?