His Beloved Mate

Chapter 49 Give Me A Reason

Oh, man, you are going to rake up the past.

With a darkened face, Cassie said: "Dylan. Can't you be gentle to me just because I'm a patient?"

Without answering her, Dylan blew the noodles and put them in front of her mouth. Cassie pursed her

lips and said, "Thank you."

Dylan fed her a bowl of noodles slowly. The soup tasted good.

Cassie looked at him with a smile and mumbled, "Anything else?"

"... It's gone."

Frowning, Dylan turned around and brought her the sugar and pear soup. "Only this. Drink it."

Cassie sighed and opened her mouth. When she thought he was going to feed her, Dylan put the bowl

on the table.

Dylan always pulled a long face and Cassie was used to it.

The sugar and pear soup tasted neither sweet nor light. It was just right. It was decorated with a few

red wolfberry, very beautiful.

Cassie was completely full after drinking it. Then she realized why the bowl of noodles was not enough.

Was it because the capitalist was afraid that she would be overstuffed? Uh... Anyway, she was in a

good mood after eating.

Cassie touched her stomach with satisfaction and began to mumble, "It's a night snack of sin before

sleep. I don't know how many pounds of meat will grow if I eat it at this time."

Sitting on the other side of the table, Dylan read a book on economics and said to her. "If you eat Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

moderate food and exercise a little, you don't need to worry about this problem at all."

Cassie made a face and said, "Well. That's for you. Food is the only thing in the world! !"

Cassie had seen such a topic before: What was the biggest difference between fat and thin. There was

an answer.

When it came to favorite food, one would take a bite. If he or she didn't like it, the one wouldn't eat it.

Cassie was a bit the same as mentioned above. That was to say, she wouldn't eat anything she didn't

like.

She was fed up with her favorite food.

The capitalist was good at controlling diet and exercise, which was different for Cassie. She didn't mind

eating delicious food at all because she didn't get fat. She ate without scruple. Oh, now there was

something she couldn't eat, Mango!

Why was life so cruel to her? If she was allergic to mangoes the first time she tasted them, she

wouldn't be so greedy as she was now.

She looked up at the ceiling in despair and smacked her lips. "I can't eat mangoes any more. I'm so

sad! !"

"..."

Dylan put the book aside and looked at the liquid medicine in the bottle. There was still some left. He

went to the study to get the computer and continued to work.

Cassie took a look at her phone. It was 22:10.

She looked at Dylan strangely and asked, "Why don't you go to bed at this time?"

Dylan cast a scornful glance at her and said, "Someone is whining. How can I sleep?"

Oh... He was unsatisfied with her quarrel again. Forget it. Anyway, the capitalist always disliked her.

She got used to it.

She said aggrievedly, "But it really itches!"

And she couldn't scratch it. Her face would be broken with a scratch!

"... Stop talking!"

Dylan rolled his eyes at her.

Cassie curled her mouth and said nothing. Cassie had made a scene at the party for a long time, and

then she got allergic at home. After eating the midnight snack, she began to feel sleepy. She leaned

against the soft bedside and began to doze off.

The drip didn't finish until half past ten. Dylan put down the computer and looked at the drip bottle. It

was empty. She was also in a daze.

Dylan lifted the quilt, walked to the bedside and gently pulled out the needle for her. The figure of the

capitalist was a little vague in front of Cassie. She rubbed her eyes and asked, "Why do you suddenly

wake up?"

Cassie lowered her head again and found that the needle tubing in her hand had been pulled out. Her

hand was a little cold, so Dylan tucked it in.

She said, "Thank you."

Dylan said, "You're welcome. It's the best gift if you don't let me worry about it."

Cassie's face darkened. The corners of her eyes twitched. She looked at him and said, "... Good night.

I'm going to bed."

"Wait!"

Dylan took out the ointment left by Leon from the drawer of the bedside table and said, "Wipe it before

you go to bed."

Cassie was very obedient now. She lay down after applying the ointment.

Leon came to give her an infusion every day, and Belle and Cheryl took good care of her. In a few

days, everything was ready. In front of the mirror, a thin layer of seaweed mask was applied to Cassie's

face. She was wearing pajamas and a headscarf, sitting on the bed and waiting to tear the mask.

Dylan frowned and asked, "What are you doing?"

Cassie read the magazine of Owen and said, "You don't even know this. Seaweed facial mask?"

"... Take dad to the hospital with me tomorrow."

Hearing that, Cassie asked in a hurry, "What's wrong? Is my father getting worse?"

Dylan shook his head and said, "Leon told me that there is a new drug in R country, which is aimed at

ALS. It's still in the clinical trials, but I can guarantee that it won't worsen the condition."

After a moment of silence, Cassie nodded and said, "Thank you."

This time, it was from the bottom of her heart and there was no compliment.

If it weren't for his help, she might have no choice but to spend the money desperately, and it might not

work.

Dylan looked at her, "I said I would keep my promise. There will be an interview tomorrow afternoon.

It's about you and me. Don't forget it."

Cassie collapsed on the bed, "Ah! It's so troublesome. Why do you have so many interviews and

banquets? When can I have a good rest?"

"The trouble you're talking about is what countless women dream of." Dylan said with a chuckle.

Cassie was not pleased. She tore the mask and said with a false smile, "I'm different from them. Who

does this honor love?"

"... Say it again?"

"Nothing."

Cassie knew that if she continued, the capitalist would definitely kiss her again and block her mouth in

that way.

She washed her face again and said, "By the way, I heard from Cheryl that the reward for our live

streaming was about one million in total. You can donate it in the name of your company."

Dylan looked at her with great interest, "When did you become so concerned about my company?"

With a chuckle, Cassie said proudly, "You invested in the IP of my novel. The contract there says

clearly that if it is changed into a TV play, I can get 50% profits from you! Besides, I heard that after our

marriage was announced, the stock price of Huayu increased again."

Once she got the bonus, she could pay off the debt of five million earlier. Fortunately, she could also

pay back the money that the capitalist bought her father a house. In this way, she just needed to

divorce the capitalist as soon as possible, and then the two of them could go on their own.

The more she thought about it, the happier she became. The smile at the corners of her mouth

deepened.

However, the smile on her face looked like a fool in the eyes of Dylan!

Dylan looked at her, "What are you thinking about? Why are you smiling like an idiot?"

Cassie came back to her senses and quickly said with a smile, "Ah... No. No. By the way, when do you

plan to change the script of 100 Days of Sweet Love? I have made a decision in advance. I must

participate in it."

Leaning against the door frame, Dylan glanced at her and said, "Give me a reason."