Evelyn got up and poured a glass of warm water for Alexander.
She handed it to him first.
After the doctor arrived, he examined Alexander's throat.
He confirmed it was inflamed.
He prescribed some medication and instructed him to take it three times a day.
He also told him to drink plenty of water and rest.
Once the doctor left, Alexander seemed to be in a good mood.
"Why do you look so happy?" Evelyn asked after seeing the doctor out and coming back upstairs.
She noticed his expression.
"Happy? I'm miserable right now!" Alexander said, limping over to the sofa.
Evelyn was now fully convinced that Alexander had once been a drama student.
He could slip into character without any preparation.
She poured a glass of water and grabbed a packet of pills.
"Take your medicine first."
"I don't have any strength. You feed me!" Alexander sighed.
He couldn't help but think to himself how perfectly timed this illness was.
He was suffering now.
He didn't know how to convince Evelyn.
If he was sick, maybe the pity card would work.
Evelyn rolled her eyes, but she still prepared the medicine for him.
She first helped him take a sip of warm water.
Then she handed him the pills.
"Take them."
"You feed me!" Alexander said weakly.
"..."
Evelyn was speechless for a long moment.
She thought about it.
Since he wanted her to feed him, she would do it slowly.
So she counted the pills in the packet and said deliberately,
"There are eight pills in total."
Then, she began to feed him one by one.
"Take your time. Don't choke."
Alexander put the medicine in his mouth.
But he kept smiling.
It was just that he couldn't say how bitter it was.
"Is it bitter?" Evelyn asked with a smile.
"Very bitter!" Alexander replied, almost crying.
"That's okay. Good medicine tastes bitter," Evelyn said calmly.
The small pill in Alexander's mouth almost fell out.
Evelyn had really gotten her revenge this time.
She had made him suffer.
"I want some water."
Evelyn helped him drink.
Alexander finished the entire glass of water.
But the bitterness still lingered in his mouth.
He still had three more pills to get through.
Evelyn didn't feed them all at once.
She gave them to him one by one.
"Wife, you're so good to me," Alexander said emotionally.
"It's not too late for you to realize that now," Evelyn replied with a smile.
"No wonder I'm so happy. Even taking medicine feels sweet."
Evelyn shot him a look.
The next second, she turned her head.
Alexander met her lips.
Before she could exclaim, his tongue slipped inside.
Evelyn only tasted bitterness in her mouth.
After a moment, Alexander finally let her go.
He said with a smile,
"Wife, we should share both happiness and hardship."
Evelyn glared at him angrily.
Finally, she ignored him completely.
Then, Alexander continued his pity act.
He coughed nonstop.
Evelyn couldn't stand it.
She poured him another glass of water.
She patted his back to help him.
"Wife, do you think I have a terminal illness?" Alexander sighed.
"I think you have a mental illness," Evelyn said.
"A virtuous wife would never abandon her mentally ill husband. She would take care of him for life," Alexander commented.
Evelyn was both angry and amused.
"After you take your medicine, go to bed early."
"Wife, I don't want to sleep in the guest room tonight."
"Whatever you want."
"Then let's go to bed."
"You sleep in the master bedroom. I'll sleep in the guest room," Evelyn said firmly.
"Just now, the doctor said my fever might come back.
It's gone down for now, but it could spike again tonight.
If you sleep in the guest room, you won't know if I have a high fever in the middle of the night.
Then I'll become an idiot.
And you'll really have a mentally ill husband," Alexander said vividly.
"Alexander, it's a shame you didn't become an actor," Evelyn replied coldly.
"Okay, if you like, I'll invest in a film and television company.
I'll be the leading man. You'll be the leading lady," Alexander said, hugging Evelyn and smiling.
"I don't want to be your leading lady."
Evelyn had finally seen Alexander's shameless side.
In the end, she couldn't resist.
He slept in the master bedroom.
Alexander made a rule.
He would just hold her while she slept.
No further action.
But he kept adjusting his sleeping position.
He made noise for a long time.
Neither of them could sleep.
"Do you want to sleep or not?" Evelyn asked, getting annoyed.
"Wife, I feel terrible. I can't sleep," Alexander replied pitifully.
"Then go for a run."
"I'm a patient!"
"I really want to give you a sleeping pill so you can sleep until dawn," Evelyn replied angrily.
"Even if you give me poison now, it's useless. What I need is an antidote!" Alexander pestered her.
Evelyn felt like she was about to suffocate.
Thinking of Alexander, a man nearly six feet three, clinging to her like this.
She was really exhausted by him.
What antidote?
Was he crazy?
Evelyn couldn't help but complain.
"You are my antidote," Alexander finished.
He hugged Evelyn and made her lie on top of him.
Evelyn just wanted to curse him.
But Alexander held her face and kissed her lips.
At dawn,
Evelyn had cursed Alexander a hundred and eighty times in her heart.
And Alexander hugged her and slept soundly.
It was as if he hadn't slept so comfortably in a long time.
Early in the morning, Evelyn got up.
She completely ignored Alexander.
Alexander shamelessly stood next to her.
He brushed his teeth with her.
Looking at the two of them in the mirror.
One was so angry that her cheeks were puffed out, like a frog.
The other was smiling, like a bear who had eaten honey.
"Shameless jerk!" Evelyn couldn't help but curse.
"Shameless jerk, I love my wife the most," Alexander said with a smile.
Evelyn couldn't get angry anymore.
Finally, she could only tell herself to stay calm.
She must not argue with Alexander.
Or she would be tricked.
He was so thick-skinned.
She wasn't that thick.
After washing up, Evelyn went into the dressing room to change.
Alexander followed her in.
Evelyn had to wait for him to change first.
As a result, Alexander deliberately lingered.
He moved slowly.
After taking off his robe, he opened the wardrobe.
He said to himself in embarrassment,
"Which suit should I wear today?"
"You're sick. Hurry up and put on your clothes. Stop thinking about being cool," Evelyn said, exasperated.
She helped him pick out a suit.
"My wife is the best to me. She knows me best. She knows what clothes I look best in."
"You look best when you wear nothing!" Evelyn replied angrily.
She regretted it as soon as she said it.
Sure enough, Alexander pestered her.
He hugged her waist and said with a smile,
"I knew you liked me better when I was naked."
"Pervert!" Evelyn gritted her teeth.
She really wanted to kick him directly.
Then he wouldn't dare to act like a pervert in the future.