The mother and son went upstairs. Because Minerva was carrying bags of items in her hands, she had no spare hand for her to open the door. Beanie entered his thumbprint to unlock the door.
Beanie was responsible to open the door and then the two of them entered together.
After entering, Beanie caringly took the slippers for Minerva and helped her put them on. Then he said, "Mommy, put the things down and have a rest."
Minerva put on a pair of homemade slippers and went to the fridge. After putting the ingredients she had bought into the fridge, she went to the bathroom to wash her hands. After that, she immediately went back to the bathroom to change into her house clothes.
She was so tired that she collapsed on the sofa.
Walking in the supermarket was really a physical job. Although the supermarket was very close to home, it was still very difficult for a woman to carry so many things.
"Mommy, do your hands hurt? I will help you massage them," Beanie said as he moved to
her side, then grabbed her hands and gently rubbed them with his little ones. He asked, "Do you feel a little better?"
Minerva looked at Beanie with a touched expression.
Who said that only daughters were caring?
Boys were clearly just as caring. It all depended on their personalities.
Beanie was not far off from a caring daughter. Minerva was moved and nodded, "Of course; I feel much better. Thank you, Beanie."
As soon as he was praised, Beanie laughed happily a few times. Then, he stood up and massaged Minerva's shoulders. His movements were neither too light nor too heavy, and his strength was just right.
She felt much more comfortable...
Minerva closed her eyes in a somewhat pleased manner.
In the end, Minerva was so comfortable that she slowly drifted off to sleep. Beanie did not disturb her.
Minerva gradually slipped into dreamland.
When her breathing evened, Beanie gently stepped on the sofa and picked up Minerva's cell phone. The little boy walked step by step to the balcony and then called Quill.
Minerva only felt very tired. Beanie's hands were very soft and because she felt very comfortable, she fell asleep.
She didn't know how long she had slept for but she was vaguely aware of the smell of food drifting over to her.
She didn't know what was going on. She was in a dream, but how could there be the aroma of food?
Could it be...
Minerva suddenly thought of something, and burst awake instantly. When she sat up, the blanket covering her body fell away.
Wasn't she supposed to cook? Why did she fall asleep?
"You're awake?"
Just as she was in thought, a steady male voice came from the front.
Minerva suddenly looked up at the source of the voice, only to find that Quill was sitting on the sofa opposite her. He set the laptop down on the table and his back was bent as he was just about to deal with some documents.
"Quill?" Minerva didn't expect to see her brother there. For a moment, she was a little shocked.
What time was it? Why was Quill there?
How long had she slept for?
Seeing her confused face and the deep circles under her eyes, Quill felt angry and distressed at the same time. He scolded, "I didn't allow you to go yet you went ahead anyway. Now that you've tortured yourself, what use is all this?"
Minerva felt a little awkward. The corner of her mouth twitched, but she did not respond to him. Instead, she asked a question.
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