Chapter 33 What Medicine To Drink?

I didn't mean to look down on Lauren. Living an ordinary life is the destination for most people.

I'm just lucky. My parents worked hard and achieved some success, allowing me to enjoy the fruits and have a slightly better financial foundation than others.

But I really want to experience Lauren's life, her job, her favorite food, and her dressing style.

"It's delicious!" Yolanda didn't think much of this place at first, but as she ate, she became happy. After finishing a plate of sushi, she ordered some fried chicken.

Yolanda told me that if she gets pregnant soon after getting married, she would choose to stay at home and take care of the baby.

As for her music dream, she might choose to give it up.

"If you weren't so principled and let your family invest some money, you would have become a popular singer by now," I chuckled.

"But that wouldn't be fun. If I know I'm definitely going to win a game, I don't even want to start," Yolanda pouted.

Her words almost choked me. It felt like she was talking about me.

I knew all along that Charlie would end up with Lauren, yet I kept making small moves here and there. It was just foolish.

After the meal, the two of us went crazy shopping again, and then we each went home with our hands full of bags.

I called Tim to pick me up. Today he was driving a black Lincoln. I stuffed everything into the back seat and sat in the passenger seat. "Let's go home!"

I have to say that Elizabeth is still very concerned about my well-being. When I got home, she had already bought ten boxes of medicine from her relative and neatly arranged them on the table.

"Madam, take three pills of these medicines twice a day. Shall I remind you?" Elizabeth offered to take on the task.

"Okay, thank you, Elizabeth. How much is it? I'll pay you." I took out my wallet.

"No need, madam. I didn't compensate you for breaking your skincare products last time. Consider this as my compensation." Elizabeth waved her hand.

I didn't insist and just exchanged a few polite words.

I don't know what my mother-in-law did, but Charlie came back in the evening. As soon as he entered, he threw his coat and exuded a cold aura from head to toe.

I silently ate my dinner, pretending not to notice.

After Charlie went upstairs, Elizabeth brought up the medicine soup and asked softly, "Madam, shall I take it up or..."

I elegantly wiped the corner of my mouth and said, "I'll do it."

After saying that, I took the medicine and went upstairs to the guest room. Charlie was taking a shower. I could hear the sound of water flowing from the bathroom.

His phone was on the table, and it lit up. I took a look. It was a stock market notification. The lock screen wallpaper was a girl's silhouette, wearing a sky blue cotton dress and a high ponytail, shining brightly in the sunlight.

I recognized that silhouette instantly. It was Lauren's.

After the screen turned off, I purposely turned it on again and continued to look at the lock screen background.

The sound of water in the bathroom ceased. The bathroom door opened, and I quickly looked away.

"What are you doing here?" Charlie asked, indifferently, upon seeing me.

His hair was wet, with strands falling over his eyes, giving him a refreshing look that made him appear several years younger. Wearing a black short-sleeved pajama set, he looked relaxed. The contours of his shoulders and chest were well-defined.

I couldn't help but feel jealous of Lauren!

"Medicine." I pushed the dark concoction on the table toward him.

"I won't drink it," Charlie replied rudely.

"Then why did you come back?" I was puzzled. "Didn't your parents ask you to come back and take your medicine?"

I must have guessed correctly, as Charlie's face showed annoyance. He reached out and grabbed the bowl of medicine, downing it all in one go, impressing me greatly.

He had a greater tolerance for bitterness than me.

After finishing the medicine, Charlie handed me the bowl. "You can leave now."

I took the bowl and left without any reluctance.

When I went downstairs to put the bowl in the kitchen, Elizabeth was waiting there with a strange expression on her face and a hint of a smile. "Madam, did Mr. Bennett drink it?"

"Yes," I replied.

"That's good. You should go take a bath and rest soon. It's very late," Elizabeth advised me.

It was only 8:30, was it really that late?

But I didn't have anything else to do, so resting early wasn't a bad idea. I went upstairs to take a bath.

After I finished bathing, I lay in bed scrolling through my phone and came across Jason's latest status update from the afternoon. It was a sweaty picture of him. His blue jersey was lifted up, revealing his solid six-pack abs.

Judging by the background, it seemed like he took the photo while playing basketball. One could faintly see half of Lauren's figure behind him.

Youth is truly a blessing. The energetic glow of youth radiated from his skin, and I couldn't help but give his abs a like!

In the lonely night, as a married virgin who had been living alone for five years, I was slightly stirred by Jason's selfie. It was completely normal.

I took out my little pleasure weapon, and just as I was about to take care of myself, the door opened and I jumped in surprise.

"What are you doing?" Charlie stood at the door, his voice sounding strange.

I sat on the bed, dumbfounded, looking at him as the air seemed to freeze.

I truly didn't expect Charlie to suddenly come into the master bedroom at this late hour. It was very unusual, and now all I could do was hope that he was ignorant and hadn't seen what I was holding.

"What is that?" Charlie walked straight to the side of my bed, attempting to take away my little pleasure weapon.

I quickly hid it under the blanket. My face was stiff. "What are you doing? Can't you knock?"

Charlie stood right next to the bed, and I could feel a rush of heat emanating from him. When I looked up, I noticed some redness in the corner of his eyes. His gaze also appeared peculiar.

"What is it exactly?" Charlie and I locked horns, as he bent down and reached into the blanket in an attempt to grab it.

I had never flirted or played around with him before, so in this situation, I understood it as a genuine attempt to steal something.

"Mind your own business, Charlie. Go back to your room and sleep!" I shouted angrily at Charlie, feeling frustrated.

Before I could finish my sentence, Charlie abruptly pulled away the blanket. I was halfway out of my sleeping pants, completely exposing myself and that pink pleasure tool.

Charlie stared at me for a few seconds, his gaze noticeably becoming heated.

I thought he would make a few sarcastic remarks and leave, as he always enjoyed and excelled at doing so, but the situation unfolded beyond my expectations.

Charlie grabbed my hand, preventing me from putting on my pants. He leaned down and forcefully sealed my lips, making it difficult to breathe.

I forcefully pushed Charlie away. "Are you crazy? You're so hot!"

It was indeed hot, scorching hot, and I suspected that he had a high fever which had affected his behavior, making it uncontrollable.

Charlie's voice was slightly hoarse. "Well, that depends on what medicine you gave me."