Chapter 340

Then came another wave of headache. My head tilted and landed heavily on the soft pillow. About ten minutes later, just as I was dozing off from the exhaustion, someone pinched my cheek, followed by a deep voice. "Isabella Carter, wake up." The air was filled with the rich smell of beef. My eyes flew open. Ronald Wright was holding a plate of dry-mixed noodles loaded with tomatoes, mushrooms, beef, and green peppers—obviously made with serious effort. The aroma was insane. My eyes practically lit up as I struggled to sit up, eyes sparkling. "You made this?" He looked dead serious. "Yeah. Eat." I was starving—grabbed the chopsticks like a person who hadn't eaten in days and started gobbling it down like a hurricane. It was shockingly good. Grinning ear to ear, I looked at him, all cheerful. "This is amazing! Thank you! Hubby, I thought you were ignoring me, but turns out you were making me food. You're actually super nice!" Ronald gave me a cold smirk, clearly not buying it. "Oh? So I’m