Shaun, who seldom fell ill, had caught a cold this time.
The next morning at 7:00 a.m.
Suzie was still fast asleep. However, Catherine had gotten in the habit of getting up early and preparing breakfast.
Since the little one spent the night here, she had to prepare a hearty meal.
When passing by the living room, she tried her best not to look at the figure lying on the sofa. 1
"Ahem." Shaun's cough sounded.
She pretended not to hear and took out a packet of pasta dough from the refrigerator.
"I have a cold." Shaun’s ghostly voice sounded at the door.
She ignored him. She was afraid that if she turned around, she might be reminded of the embarrassing incident yesterday and might not be able to refrain from kicking him.
"I said I have a cold," Shaun said again softly while walking up to her.
"I don't care if you have a cold." Catherine turned around and glared at him with her dark and clear eyes. There was a tinge of redness on her pretty cheeks, i
Shaun's sharp eyes picked up on her blush. Then, he looked up and blurted out involuntarily, "It's all because I saw you take a bath yesterday. In the end, I couldn't resist taking a cold shower, and then I caught a cold."
They were all adults, so Catherine knew very well why he went to take a cold shower. However, it made her even more humiliated and angry. "How do you still have the nerve to say that? Who let you barge into my room yesterday?"
"I was cold, and you didn’t give me a quilt. It's your fault for not closing the door."
"How can I rest assured and close the door when the child is alone outside?"
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Shaun stopped talking and stared at her seriously.
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