My Heart only Beats for You novel Chapter 1140

Matthew said, "Selina, I'm feeling a little tired, so let me rest for a while."

His voice was low and husky.

She simply hummed in reply.

She thought that perhaps Matthew really was overworked. After all, there was so much work for this man to do, it shouldn't come to anyone's surprise that he would be exhausted by it.

Maybe this was why he had come home so early today.

She said to him, "You should go up and take a break then."

Pursing his lips at her, he walked upstairs.

He went into their bedroom.

Selina's bag was still sitting by the window in the bedroom. That abnormally bulging bag.

His piercing gaze cut through it like a sharp sword.

That bag was such an eyesore. He couldn't help picking it up and tossing it into the wardrobe.

He couldn't believe that Selina was that kind of girl.

Yet he couldn't find a single thing out of place when he received that phone call from her. He couldn't find a single reason to convince himself into believing her.

His headache grew worse as he thought about it.

Meanwhile, downstairs, Natalie was knitting a little sweater meant for a child.

While knitting, she started to smile to herself.

It was a sweater made for her unborn baby.

Her eyes glinted with a sense of anticipation.

She was wondering when her baby would be able to fit into the sweater that she had knitted herself.

All of the Whitlock family members couldn't wait for the arrival of this baby.

Selina then walked over to her and asked, "Natalie, are you making a sweater?"

Natalie nodded back at her and replied, "Yes, it's for my baby."

Selina glanced at her and then abruptly broke out into foolish grin.

Just in that second, a thought had suddenly rushed into her head.

She wondered when the time would come when she would also be carrying a baby, Matthew's child to be exact. And that when she would, just as Natalie was right now, be sitting on the couch knitting a baby's sweater.

Natalie glanced at Selina and asked, "What are you smiling at? Do you find my sweater funnylooking because it is not pretty enough?"

Selina composed herself upon hearing Natalie and joked back, "No, the sweater knitted by my sister-in-law is the most beautiful and unique one in the world!"

Natalie pursed her lips and then replied with a smile, "You are flattering me."

She then looked around and asked, "Hey, where is Matthew?"

"He went upstairs for some rest."

Natalie murmured a small "oh" and said, "He didn't appear to be in a good mood today, right?"

Selina did not think much about it, "Maybe he's just tired from working, otherwise he wouldn't have come home so early today."

This made sense to Natalie as well.

She said, "If he's feeling fatigued, I'll order the kitchen to cook some soup for him tonight."

Selina quickly stood up once she heard this, "Don't call the helpers for that. I'll make it myself."

Natalie was surprised by her statement, "You know how to make soup?"

In her eyes, Selina was a well-cared and spoiled daughter of a rich family, who had never participated in such mundane chores in her life.

A mischievous smile lit up on Selina's face, "No, but I can start learning now."

After that, she went over to the kitchen to specially ask the chef about which kinds of soups would be nourishing for the body. Once that was over, she washed the ingredients, cut them up and boiled them all herself.

After a long time had passed, the fragrant soup was finally ready.

She gave it a small taste, and found that it was delicious.

It was not time for dinner yet, but she was excited to let Matthew try her good cooking.

She had planned to go upstairs to call him down, but just as she reached the foot of the stairs, she returned to the kitchen.

Well, since he was so worn out like this, she should be a kind person and serve it to him instead.

She did occasionally have the urge to act out the part of a virtuous wife.

With that, Selina filled a bowl with soup. Then, she carefully carried the soup upstairs.

The soup bowl still felt a little hot, even though she had already worn a pair of insulation gloves to prevent herself from getting scalded.

The corner of her lips curled up into a small smile.

Well, wasn't this her display of devotion to him?