Chapter 90: A Feeling of Being Calculated

Sure enough, as soon as she lay down, Tyrone came in, looked at her, went to the bedside, opened the folding table on the bed, and put the lunch box on it. The steaming smell of rice soon spread. Cathy looked at him quietly, looking at his carefree and slow movements, as if with full patience. It reminded her of the last time he accompanied her in the hospital. At that time, they were not divorced, he also took care of her like this, but the two times were somewhat different. "What are you stunned...