Chapter 13 Martin Rejects Debbie
Patricia ignored Martin and continued to feed Randy bite by bite. The fragrance of the food mixed with the scent of the chicken soup constantly stimulated Martin's taste buds, making him even hungrier.
His eyes kept glancing at the lunchbox, thinking that if Randy couldn't finish it, he could help finish it up. After all, Randy's appetite had never been big. Plus the dishes weren't ones that Randy liked. He probably wouldn't eat them.
But what he didn't expect was that Randy not only finished it all, but also had a satisfied expression on his face.
"Mommy, the food you made is really delicious. Can you make it for me again tomorrow? I still want to eat it! The chicken soup is also tasty and unforgettable."
This was the highest praise ever, and Patricia happily agreed.
"Of course! Mommy will make it for you again tomorrow, as long as you want to eat it. I can make it for you every day."
Randy loved the words ‘every day’ the most. He tightly hugged Patricia's waist and buried his little head in her embrace, greedily sniffing her scent. "Mommy, you smell so good."
"Silly child!" Patricia affectionately stroked his little head. "It's still early. We just finished our meal. I'll take you...”
She continued to talk, and Randy obediently listened to her words. After nodding vigorously, he put on his shoes and coat, holding hands with Patricia, and walked away.
From beginning to end, they didn't even glance at Martin, as if he weren’t even in the room with them. Martin's handsome face froze. The anger he felt, was about to explode in the chest. So, you won't give me food? Couldn't I just buy it myself?
With that thought in mind, he decisively took out his phone and dialed Alan's number. "Go and get me some dinner. I want a bowl of chicken soup, vegetable salad, and grilled lamb chops."
These were the dishes that Patricia had just made for Randy. They seemed delicious. After hearing the boss's order, Alan fell silent. Hearing him not responding, Martin raised an eyebrow.
"Didn't you hear clearly?"
Alan hesitantly replied, "Boss, do you really want to eat these dishes?"
The boss had never eaten these dishes before. Martin frowned and impatiently roared, "I told you to do it, so just do it!"
Alan didn't dare to ask anymore, and followed Martin's instructions. Alan was very efficient in his work. In no time, the food was delivered. Martin had just opened the meal and neatly arranged it on the coffee table when Patricia came back with Randy.
Patricia looked at the food on the coffee table and paused for a moment, a trace of surprise flashing in her eyes. "Is this for you to eat?"
She remembered that Martin never ate these things. They had been married for three years, and she knew exactly what he liked. Martin felt a bit embarrassed. Finally, he cleared his throat nervously, "Can't I occasionally try something different?"
Patricia looked at him as if he were a rare animal, as if she couldn't believe he really would eat these things. Martin felt uneasy being stared at and cautiously picked up a spoonful of vegetable salad from the bowl and put it in his mouth.
The moment he tasted it, his expression visibly stiffened. If Patricia weren't watching, he would have spat it out immediately. How can it be so tasteless? Where did Alan buy it?
Watching his expression closely, Patricia raised an eyebrow, with a somewhat mocking smile, and kept looking at him. Under her gaze, Martin forced himself to continue eating, feeling his stomach churn with every bite.
He wondered why Randy had found it so tasty just now. How did it become so tasteless? What went wrong? Seeing Martin's expression becoming increasingly strange,
Patricia sneered and tugged at the corner of her mouth. "Do you know who Randy resembles?"
The sudden remark momentarily puzzled Martin, Patricia scoffed lightly, "He resembles you, so he's picky when it comes to food!"
After saying that, Patricia looked away, and Martin took the opportunity to discreetly dispose of the food he had put in his mouth into the nearby trash can. Seizing the moment while Patricia went to the bathroom to help Randy take a bath.
he quickly cleaned up the coffee table and threw the unfinished food into the trash. Annoyed, he dialed Alan's number. As soon as the call connected, without waiting for Alan to speak, he sternly demanded, "Where are you?"
"What did you buy for me? Why does it taste so bad?"
Alan felt wronged, and said, "The hotel across the street from the hospital."
It was a five-star hotel that Martin specifically built to take care of Randy's meals.
The chefs, had all been carefully selected by Martin, and had won international awards.
Incredulous, Martin choked on his breath for a moment, and said, "Their skills are too poor. Fire them all and find new ones."
Alan, who had always obeyed Martin's orders, couldn't help but defend those chefs, "They were carefully selected by you, and no one has complained so far. I have tasted their cooking, and they are quite good.”
“Maybe you just can't get used to those dishes. If you want, I can have them prepare a few new dishes for you."
Martin's cold and handsome face tightened. He knew he was being unreasonable. He took a deep breath and said, "Forget it! It's fine."
After hanging up the phone, Martin took several deep breaths, to calm himself and walked out of the room. But he accidentally ran into Patricia who was coming towards him. Patricia was holding a kettle in her hand, followed by Randy.
Their eyes met. A faint guilt flashed through Martin's eyes, but quickly disappeared. He frowned and asked dispersedly, "What are you doing in this room?"
Patricia raised the kettle in her hand and looked at him as if he were a fool. Martin felt even more guilty. He snatched the kettle from her hand and said coldly.
"Randy can't come here. Take him back, I'll handle it."
Patricia looked at him suspiciously, then looked past him. Martin discreetly took a step to the side, blocking her line of sight. Patricia gave him a meaningful look, slowly smiled, and walked away holding Randy's hand.
Martin couldn't guess how long she had been standing outside or how much she had heard. His handsome face was dark, and he stared at Patricia's departing figure with lustful eyes, as if he wanted to devour her.
Returning to the ward with the hot water, Martin saw that his son, who usually adored him to the core, was completely ignoring him and devoting all his attention to Patricia. He felt jealous and felt like he was an unnecessary person.
After staying for a while, he couldn't bear it any longer and stood up to leave. "Since you're staying here with him tonight, I'll go back. I'll come over again tomorrow morning."
Patricia and Randy didn't even give him a glance, simply waving their hands in response. Martin almost felt like he couldn't breathe. There was a lump in his chest, and he felt extremely uncomfortable. He left with the nurse, leaving Patricia to take care of Randy.
While waiting for the elevator, Martin happened to run into Debbie, who was finishing her shift and preparing to go home. Debbie, using her injured hand as an excuse, asked Martin to drive her home. Since it was still early, Martin agreed.
On the way back, Debbie sat in the passenger seat and absentmindedly looked at Martin's side profile. His handsome face and sexy Adam's apple was, under the flickering streetlights, was captivating.
If it weren't for the accident that left him in a wheelchair, would this exceptional man and Debbie, who feared that he couldn't provide a normal life, be a sweet and loving couple today?
Debbie couldn't help feeling more and more resentful. Martin was clearly her man, so why did Patricia dare to come back and try to snatch him away? Who did she think she was?
Debbie's heart pounded fiercely as she involuntarily placed her uninjured hand on top of Martin's hand resting on the gearshift.
"Martin..." Her voice was husky, exuding endless temptation. The implication was obvious.
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