Chapter 100 Unable To Communicate

"It's none of your business." Wendy didn't bother to pay any attention to him and continued to spoon the food into Harold's mouth.

Looking at the serious expression on Wendy's face, Harold felt warm in his heart. He had never had a feeling like this before.

"Let him eat by himself. You should also have meals. When you feed him to eat up, your food will be cold then." Said Sherwood.

"It doesn't matter. I don't care." Wendy said with a shrug.

Sherwood thought for a while. Then he approached Wendy with a bowl of porridge in his hand and said jokingly, "how about this, Wendy? Let me feed you, okay?"

Wendy shook her head and refused, "No, no, no. you'd better hurry up and eat your own food."

"Come on!"

'Damn it! How could a man speak in this tone?' She couldn't stand it. It was disgusting!

Sherwood was really annoying her. She turned around, looked at him and said seriously, "don't you have anything to do? Why are you following us everyday? "

"I have something

ns about him, and he nodded, "okay."

Noticing that Wendy's gaze was fixed on him rather than the food she should eat, he said, "You should eat something."

"What? Okay! " Wendy ran to the table and took a bowl of porridge. After she quickly finished eating, she cleaned up the rubbish on the table and asked, "You can go to sleep, Harold. I'll be here with you."

"I'm not sleepy." Harold said, shaking his head.

"How about you reading a book?" In the ward, Wendy found a few financial magazines.

At the thought of staying with Wendy in the same room with him, Harold sensed something wrong.

Usually, he didn't care about others' feelings. He didn't realize his own abnormality. He took the book handed by Wendy and began to read.

"Duh duh duh." Hearing the footsteps outside the door, she pricked up her ears to listen, as if the footsteps were getting farther and farther. Wendy ran carefully to open a crack in the door, and saw that Sherwood's men were hurriedly retreating.