Trapped with a Doctor

Chapter 302 Poor Mommy

Arvin and Angela already had two children, and Arvin didn't agree to get a divorce. Also, they would

sometimes hug and kiss. If she still insisted on keeping him at arm's length... What was the point of

doing so?

Angela turned and looked at Arvin and only to see that he had closed his eyes. A look of hurt grazed

his face.

Angela bit her lip tightly and wondered what to do.

What should she do?

She knew that Arvin was trying to get her attention, but she still did what Arvin had wanted, as if she fell

for his pitiful look. She turned and pressed Arvin under her body.

Arvin secretly smiled. Angela did have a tender heart. He pretended to refuse, "Get off."

Being rejected, Angela really wanted to get off, but... She still circled her fingers around Arvin's collar

and said, "You are having a fever."

"I know. I'll go to the hospital to get an IV bag. If it doesn't work, I'll get a surgery. If that still doesn't

work, I'll die, " said Arvin. Arvin was being dramatic.

My goodness! Angela was speechless. A small fever had been exaggerated into a matter of life and

death.

Through his thin pajamas, she could feel his extremely high body temperature.

Angela clenched her teeth and kissed his closed lips.

Because of her kiss, Arvin almost couldn't contain his joy.

Angela had not taken the initiative to kiss him for two whole years.

Now, at this moment, he finally had it.

If he had known that being sick would get Angela into bed, he wouldn't have mind getting sick

hundreds of times.

Soon, the couple warmed up. Angela had taken the initiative, but somehow Arvin took the lead and

held her waist tightly, locking Angela tightly within his grip.

Just when they were about to take things a step further, someone knocked on the door. "Arvin, are you

asleep? I'm coming in."

It was Teresa, who wanted to check on Arvin.

Angela suddenly opened her eyes and looked at Arvin who was on top of her body. Then, she came

back to her senses.

Oh my god! What was she doing? Why was she allowing herself to be fooled by Arvin? Was she

captivated by his charms?

But, Arvin seemed to have read her mind and kept her hands above the head, clutching them snugly.

He answered Teresa, "Mother, Angela is taking care of me. You don't need to come in."

Teresa had sensed something strange in his tone, but she didn't think of it that way and believed that it

was only because of his sickness. "Okay. Angela, if you need anything, just let me know. I'll be

downstairs, " said Teresa.

Angela's mouth was covered by Arvin, so she could only muffle a sound.

Hopefully, Teresa could hear her from the outside.

Not long after Teresa had gone, a soft voice came from the door, "Dad, are you sick? I am worried

about you." It was Sherman. He twisted the door knob as he spoke.

Teresa was watching Sherwood by the stairs, not paying attention to Sherman. When she noticed This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

Sherman, he had already opened the door.

She didn't know what was going on inside the room, so she said, "Sherman my dear, come back here.

Your dad is sick. Don't go in."

Just when she finished speaking, a loud cry burst from the room.

Teresa had the housemaid watch Sherwood and hurried to the bedroom. "What's going on? What's

going on? Sherman?"

Teresa rushed to the bedroom in a second. Even though she was a grandmother, she exercised

regularly.

Then, she saw something inappropriate for children...

She pulled Sherman out with a blushing face and grumbled, "Oh... Arvin you're wicked. What if Angela

also gets sick?"

The door was tightly shut behind Teresa. Angela hid in the quilt, feeling ashamed.

She heard Sherman's sad voice, "Grandma, dad is hitting mum. Please save mum! I heard her

screaming. Poor Mommy!"

Teresa didn't know how to respond.

The couple in the bedroom was also speechless.

But what happened just now did not interrupt them. Arvin soon continued.

After all, it took a lot of effort to get Angela into bed.

...

When Angela woke up on a warm chest, it was completely dark outside.

Arvin was breathing evenly, sound asleep.

Angela held her impulse to strangle Arvin, sat up, and got off the bed quietly.

In the dark, she fell on the carpet because her legs were weak. Ouch! Arvin was such a monster!

She went downstairs, and she saw two housemaids cleaning. As they saw Angela coming down, one

of them came over and asked, "Mrs. Angela, we have prepared dinner for you. Do you want to have it

heated now?"

"Okay. Where is everybody else?" asked Angela. She looked around the living room and saw no one.

"Mrs. Angela, Mr. Aron wanted me to tell you that he took the children out, and so... you and Mr. Arvin...

can have a good rest, " said the helper. The housemaid was blushing.

Actually, Aron had already known that they were in the room all the afternoon. His original words were,

"Let Arvin and Angela have more private time. The twins could sleep with their grandparents tonight if

necessary."

Angela looked at the maid and guessed what Aron had meant.

Embarrassed, she walked into the dining room and told the maid, "Heat the dinner. I'm hungry."

"Yes, Mrs. Angela."

Arvin woke up when Angela was having dinner.

He felt much better after sleeping. When he saw Angela having dinner alone, he sat beside her with his

pajamas and said, "My dear wife, why didn't you wake me up to have dinner with you?"

Angela faintly looked at Arvin who looked much better and said bitterly, "You are sick. I know you have

an upset stomach and won't eat anything, so I didn't wake you."

While speaking, she took several dishes near her and moved them closer to her.

Arvin chuckled and whispered into her ear, "I have worked hard this afternoon. If you don't let me eat

something, how would I have the strength to continue later?"

"Then, don't, " replied Angela. He really took advantage of his current situation. Angela rolled her eyes

at him. Anyway, he looked much better than before, so she was a little relieved. Therefore, Arvin should

drop the idea of taking advantage of her.

Arvin smiled and said nothing. He took the bowl and chopsticks placed on the table by the maid and

was ready to get some food.

But Angela beat him to it. Her chopsticks were on the food that Arvin had wanted.

Arvin smiled and thought to himself, 'She really good at holding grudges!' He grabbed her hand and

brought the tofu on her chopsticks into his mouth.

Arvin raised his eyebrows proudly and said, "Thank you for feeding me."

"You jerk!" said Angela. She dropped the chopsticks to have her porridge angrily and left him alone.