Chapter 896 Are You Jealous of Your Own Son

"Are you insane? Why did you pinch me?"

Debra abruptly sat up and rubbed her smarting leg.

Brian smiled coolly and rubbed his chest.

"Are you sure you're going to be disabled? You kicked me so hard. I think you are quite fine!"

At this, Debra finally realized that he was testing her on purpose.

"I am not fine. It's just not as serious as the media has reported," Debra said, lowering her head.

Truth be told, she was the one who spread the rumor and deliberately asked the media to say that she was seriously ill. She wanted to lure Brian to the hospital to see her and it did work.

Brian did not contact her for about a month, so she needed to do something to improve the situation.

"Since you're fine after all, what I have said just now naturally does not count. I should go now," said Brian.

He stood up to leave. Since she was fine, he didn't need to worry about her anymore.

But before he could move away, Debra gripped him by his shirt. She looked at him as if she wanted to say something. But she hesitated for a while. Then she said, "What are you doing? Sure, I lied about how serious my injuries were, but I really did get hurt. The rope that hung the wire somehow snapped. Look!"

Debra uncovered the quilt and removed the bandage.

A serious bruise appeared in front of Brian.

"The doctor said that I needed to take good care of my body. If it gets infected, they might need to cut my leg off," said Debra in an aggrieved tone.

She lowered her head dejectedly.

Brian looked at her wound and sighed. He sat down again and said, "Take good care of yourself and stop filming for a while."

"Yes." Debra grabbed his hand and said, "But I don't want to go home yet. Can I leave the hospital and stay in your house for a couple of days?"

"…"

Brian should have known this was what she was angling for.

In short, she wanted to stay with him.

"Come on! Just say yes or no!"

Debra looked at him with expectant eyes.

Brian cleared his throat and pulled his hand out from her grip. "Okay, but you have to pay for the accommodation, the meal, and the nanny."

"What do you mean?" Debra was stunned.

"Do you think you can live and eat for free at my house? And look at you, I have to hire a housekeeper for you," Brian said. He wasn't a philanthropist after all. "Hey, why are you pinching me?" He said after she suddenly p

I want Adonis to have some water,"

Carla said without raising her head.

Terence grabbed the bottle from the table and gave it to her. He then wrapped his arms around her from behind.

"Honey, let our son sleep here tonight. Go back to our room."

He shouldn't have agreed to let Adonis drink breast milk. His son was unable to leave Carla day and night.

He had planned to let his son drink powdered milk, but it was a little troublesome for him to get his wife to agree. Adonis only had milk twice at night, so Terence failed to find a good reason to let his son have powdered milk instead of breast milk.

Thus, he put off his plan.

"How about tomorrow? He's going to be one month old tomorrow. I will sleep in our room tomorrow,"

Carla said with her eyes focused on her son.

She stayed in this room so she could feed the baby at night. It was also convenient for her to take care of their baby while in the same room as him. So she didn't go back to the master bedroom.

Terence's face darkened when he heard her refusal. He grasped her hand with one hand, and raised her chin with another hand.

"Carla, how long haven't you seen me with affection? Every time I come back home, you are busy taking care of our son. What about me? When will you spare me some time?"

Carla was shocked by his accusation. He still had her hand with the feeding bottle held up in the air awkwardly.

Looking at Terence who was surprisingly mad at her for once, Carla suddenly rose on her tiptoes and kissed him.

Then she said with a smile, "Are you jealous of your own son?"