Lil Michael grew anxious and nervous when he heard Nicole say that she was sick. His fair and tender face was full of helplessness.
"I'll call the doctor for you right away..."
He went to get the phone but was stopped by Nicole.
She opened her mouth and felt a little helpless.
Clayton was seriously ill earlier, but Lil Michael had not been as anxious to find a doctor. How did Clayton raise his son?
She smiled and said, "No need. I'll be fine after taking medicine. Are you hungry? Why don’t I make some chicken soup for you?"
It was better for sick people to eat something light, right?
Lil Michael nodded and then shook his head.
"Cooking is too hard. I’ll just go hungry. I can’t let Pretty Lady suffer!"
Nicole's heart softened and she grinned at him.
"It's fine, it won’t be that hard. It’ll just take a while.”
Nicole went to the kitchen and slowly let it simmer.
The sky gradually darkened.
Lil Michael and Nicole had some soup, and Lil Michael conscientiously went back to his room to do his homework.
Nicole went to the room to check on Clayton again.
She touched his forehead. 'Good, the fever went down.'
She breathed a sigh of relief.
Her phone just so happened to ring.
It was from Logan.
Nicole answered it. "What's wrong?"
Logan said, "President, there’s an urgent document here. The European region needs your signature as soon as possible. If it’s convenient for you..."
Nicole paused and was already used to it. "Alright, send it to my email."
She hung up the phone, left a note on the table, and went downstairs.
Fortunately, they just lived on different floors, so it was very convenient. It would not be too late to come back up when she was done reading the papers.
The computer in Nicole’s study was encrypted. She browsed through the documents and pointed out a few of the more obscure issues, then waited for Logan t o redo them.
Time passed little by little.
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