Chapter 3

After eating a piece of bread, I finally recovered.

As the symptoms faded bit by bit, my mind gradually became clear too.

Remembering that the phone had rung earlier, I chewed the bread and returned to the storage room while supporting my body, which had not fully recovered yet.

The call just now was from Claire.

I frowned slightly, because she had already gone to Ryan, so why was she calling me?

Just as I was thinking that, my phone rang again.

I hesitated for a moment, but still chose to answer, and Claire’s questioning voice came through, “What are you doing, how dare you not answer my call?”

“My low blood sugar acted up just now.”

The voice on the other end froze, and after a moment, it sounded with a hint of concern, “Are you okay? Are you feeling better?”

“Much better, I just ate some bread.”

Through the phone, I seemed to hear a sigh of relief from the other side, but what she said next made me feel that it had only been an illusion.

“Since you’re much better, then hurry over to Ryan’s place.”

“Buy some ingredients on the way here, because his low blood sugar acted up too, and right now he really wants to eat the cola chicken wings you make.”

No wonder there had been a period before when Claire had taken the initiative to ask me to deliver meals to her, and she had often ordered cola chicken wings.

So it had been for Ryan!

That made sense, because aside from Ryan, what else could make her take the initiative with me?

I unconsciously tightened my grip on the phone, and my tone carried a sorrow even I did not notice, “Claire, were you not listening carefully just now? My blood sugar was low.”

“I heard you, but haven’t you recovered now?”

Claire said in a matter-of-fact tone, “Since you’re already much better, coming over to make cola chicken wings won’t kill you.”

“His appetite is bad right now, so hurry up.”

After saying that, she hung up without waiting for me to answer.

To be honest, at that moment, I was so angry that I laughed.

Both of us had low blood sugar, yet she wanted her legal husband to drag his sick body over to cook for another man.

After all these years of giving, this was the result I received, and for a moment, I did not know whether to pity myself or laugh at myself.

Since she was so sure I would go, then she could just keep waiting.

I raised my hand and was about to turn off my phone, but after thinking for a moment, I got up and changed my clothes.

An hour and a half later, I stood at Ryan’s door and reached out to press the doorbell.

Claire came to open the door in a set of pajamas, and the first thing she said when she saw me was a reprimand, “I told you to hurry, so why are you only here now?”

I lowered my eyes and said calmly, “Traffic was bad on the road.”

Claire frowned and still wanted to say something, but Ryan’s voice came from inside the apartment.

“Is Ethan here? Claire, hurry and invite Ethan in.”

When he saw me enter, he immediately said, “I only have low blood sugar, and my stomach feels a little uncomfortable, but I’ll be fine after resting, and it’s just that Claire cares about me and insisted on having you come make cola chicken wings for me.”

“I heard from Claire that you’re not feeling well either, so do you want to rest first?”

His mouth sounded attentive, but Ryan’s butt had never left the sofa, and the clothes he was wearing were the same style as Claire’s.

“What are you waiting for? You only ate a tiny bit earlier, so what if you get hungry enough to hurt your body?”

Claire gave Ryan a disapproving look, and a trace of reproach flashed in her eyes.

Then she pointed at the kitchen and ordered me, “Hurry up and cook, Ryan is waiting to eat.”

My gaze swept over the hidden provocation on Ryan’s face, and I took out a document and handed it to Claire.

“Sign it, and I’ll cook!”