Amos hung up on the call and picked up the medicine that Eudora had not taken just then. He poured a glass of water and walked over to Eudora.
"You haven't finished the medicine yet!"
Eudora looked at the medicine in distress, pleading, "I think my body is much better now. I don't need to take it!"
"That won't do," Amos remained strong-willed as always.
"This medicine is good for your health!"
"Medicines are drugs too!" Eudora was still putting on a fight. "You want to poison me to death, don't you?"
Amos said helplessly, "Are you afraid of drugs, or do you want to suffer instead?"
Eudora was rendered speechless.
"Either way, I won't take it! It's too big of a pill to swallow. I know you're trying to poison me to death, so that you can find yourself a younger wife!"
Amos was dumbfounded.
"There are no younger girls who are more beautiful than you." "That's true!" Eudora nodded, and immediately looked into Amos's smiling eyes. She realized that she had been tricked again.
"I don't want to talk to you anymore. Hurry up and get out of here. Don't affect my mood!"
"Then, take your medicine! I won't bother you if you take your medicine! Be a good girl!" Amos said helplessly. "I'll allow you a cup of ice cream after you've taken your medicine."
"Really?" Since Eudora was ill, Amos had always said that ice cream was unhealthy and he forbade her from taking it.
"Of course!"
"Alright then! I'll take the medicine!" Eudora asked again when the medicine was near her mouth. "Are you really going to give me ice cream?"
"Yes!"
"I love you so much, hubby!"
Amos thought to himself, "It turns out that my love is not as valuable as a cup of ice cream."
After Eudora took the medicine, she got the ice cream that she was promised. After eating the ice cream, she was in a good mood, therefore she took the initiative to go grocery shopping with
Amos.
Amos was naturally willing to do so. She was in poor health and it was good for her health to take a stroll under the sun.
The two of them walked slowly under the sun. After a while, Amos suddenly reached out to hold Eudora.
"I forgot to take your coat out. The weather isn't good these days. Are you feeling a little cold?"
Eudora was stunned, "No! It's quite hot. I'm sweating."
Amos looked at her in surprise. It was true that there was a little sweat on her temples. He frowned and subconsciously clenched his fingers.
"What's the matter?" Eudora saw that Amos had suddenly stopped talking.
"I'm fine!" Amos shook his head. "Yesterday, you said that you wanted to eat some pastries. You can pick them out later."
"Alright!" Eudora was so happy that she went to grab some pastries. Amos looked at the sun again, and he felt a little cold. What was going on?
In the evening, Amos suddenly made a suggestion after dinner.
"You said that you've missed the children. Why don't I arrange for them to come here? Would you like that?"
Eudora nodded, "Sure!"
However, on second thought, she shook her head and said, "Forget it, they must be really busy. Besides, we're not doing too bad right now."
"No matter how busy they are, shouldn't it be natural for them to accompany you occasionally?"
Eudora asked curiously, "What's wrong with you? You're the one who didn't allow them to come here. Why are you letting them come now? Are you sick of me already?"
"No, I'm not."
"Then, why are you behaving like this?"
"Forget it! Let's not talk about it," Amos shook his head and turned to the study room.
Eudora sat there for a while. The more she thought about it, the more she felt that Amos was acting a little strange. She had been with him for so many years, so when had he ever acted like that?
Was it because she had been too capricious that she had made him angry?
Although Eudora was capricious, it was only in front of her beloved that she acted that way. She still knew what his limits were.
She thought that Amos might be tired, therefore she prepared some fruits and went upstairs. She thought it would be good to coax him out of his temper.
She knocked on the door of the study and called out, "Amos?"
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