Healing my disabled husband

Chapter 137 Count it as a gift to thank you

When Matilda said so, she really came here with the attitude of emptying the supermarket.

However, most of the things she liked were drinks.

So, Miles watched her sweeping through the container, putting almost all the drinks of various brands in

sight into the shopping cart.

If it wasn't for her giving up some things and constantly complaining to him about how bad the drinks

she didn't choose were, he would really wonder if she came to the supermarket to stock.

The shopping cart was stuffed with drinks. Matilda looked at Miles and said, "Mr. Hayden, don't you

mind pushing another cart for me?"

Without any hesitation, Miles turned around and went to get the cart.

When he came back, he found that Matilda had moved to the snack area.

She already had four or five bags of potato chips and shrimp crackers in her arms, and when she saw

him coming, she smiled at him.

At that moment, Miles felt inexplicably that his heart was hit.

Matilda couldn't wait for him to walk in, so she trotted over and put the potato chips and shrimp

crackers into the shopping cart.

Miles said, "I thought none of you beautiful women would like to eat these."

After all, body management was an eternal problem.

The artists in his company, whether male or female, were very strict in this respect.

It was okay for some people who were naturally thin, but if they had the kind of fat-prone physique, they

will get fat merely drinking water. Let alone these snacks, they may not be able to eat three meals a

day.

Matilda put her hands on her waist, looked at Miles arrogantly, and said, "Mr. Hayden, do you think my

figure is not good enough? I think it is perfect."

Hearing this, Miles looked at Matilda's figure from top to bottom.

As she said, her figure was really perfect.

She was not too thin at a glance.

Her figure was perfectly appropriate.

Where there should be fat, there was nothing missing.

Where there shouldn't be, there was nothing superfluous.

Especially the red dress she wore today, it perfectly outlined her curves.

Miles found that her waist was really extremely thin, and it was easy to hold, probably so.

He rubbed his fingers unconsciously, and an idea that he had never had before emerged.

Miles quickly dismissed it in his head.

Such an abrupt thought was naturally unacceptable.

Matilda didn't miss the longing that glided across Miles' eyes, and there was a sly gleam in her eyes.

Men's inferiority was always so easy to be caught.

Matilda stopped talking nonsense with Miles but continued to buy her favorite snacks. It can be said

that she was not polite at all.

Miles originally came into the supermarket just thinking about buying some water to drink on the road,

but he never thought that Matilda would have such a style when shopping.

When they pushed two carts full of things to check out, the cashier was a little frightened.

In particular, the cart of beverages was huge, and the weight was naturally very exaggerated.

Matilda didn't make things difficult for Miles and won't let him move all these.

She deliberately asked two staff members to help, paid a tip, and got on the car contentedly.

Miles said, "I almost lost my face in front of you."

Matilda laughed out loud, and said, "Mr. Hayden, you still care about this. You should know the last

thing I care about is this."

Miles didn't say anything more, but a man's face was always very important.

If Matilda really asked him to carry these things to the car alone, he really couldn't guarantee that he

wouldn't sweat profusely.

At that time, he was afraid that he will really be disgusted by her.

Matilda unscrewed a bottle of tea, handed it to Miles, and said, "Mr. Hayden, thank you for not stopping

me. This bottle of tea is my thank you gift."

Miles almost laughed off Matilda's words.

He spent the money and moved the things, but now, it was her who came to thank him.

He looked at Matilda amusedly, and said, "Then I will accept this."

Taking a sip of the drink, Miles frowned slightly unconsciously.

Just as he imagined, even though it was a tea drink, it contained a lot of sugar, and the taste was very

sweet.

He didn't like this kind of sweet and greasy taste, but he knew very well that Matilda liked it, and she

liked all the drinks in this car.

He didn't lash out at what she liked in front of her.

Screwing the lid on, Miles put the drink aside and started the car.

Matilda really didn't know where the film and television center was. She chatted with Miles at first , and

then she took a pack of shrimp crackers and started eating.

Occasionally, when Miles looked towards her, she would kindly pinch one and feed it to Miles' lips.

Today, Miles did two things that he almost never did in his lifetime, eating snacks and drinking drinks.

None of the men in their Hayden family grew up liking it.

However, although he didn't like the bottle of tea very much, he had to admit that the shrimp crackers

tasted very good.

So much so that when he heard Matilda sorting the bags, he asked, "Is there any more?"

Matilda responded and said, "Not anymore. If I knew it, I would have bought a few more packs just

now. It was just right when I ate it by myself. I'm not as good as you, and I haven't had enough."

Miles was speechless. It became his problem?

He didn't even think about it, and said directly, "When we come back, go buy a few more."

Matilda laughed and said, "Mr. Hayden, I didn't expect you to like this kind of thing."

Miles didn't speak and didn't want to tell her that it was the first time he ate this kind of thing.

Matilda reached out and fumbled in the back, thinking of getting another bag of potato chips to ease NôvelDrama.Org © content.

her feeling of not eating enough.

However, she didn't like the one very much she grabbed, and pouted and threw it back.

She then looked out of the window and was ready to see if there were any supermarkets on the road,

so she could buy a few more.

However, what made Matilda more depressed was that they had already got on the expressway

without seeing a supermarket on the road.

Matilda sighed softly. It seemed that today she had to go to work with such a regret.

It was best that no one came to provoke her. Otherwise, she may vent all the unhappiness at the

moment on other people.