Happy Mommy Happy Daddy full novel
Chapter 214

Chapter 214 Can I Have a Look?

On the other side of the line, Owen was so scared that he almost couldn't hold his phone. "Mr. Rowan, are you... joking?" Alora was cute after losing her memory? He remembered the image of him being choked, pinned to the wall, and nearly screwed to death by Alora earlier.

This kind of woman...

How was she cute?

Was Mr. Rowan beaten silly?

So he took a deep breath, "Mr. Rowan, don't worry. I will replace a way to restore Alora's memory as soon as possible and let you get out of the sea of bitterness as soon as possible!"

After saying that, he hung up the phone and rushed into the institute. "Teacher, we have to speed up the progress."

"I think this patient's husband has been beaten out of his mind!"

Although Alora had already made up her mind to take good care of Samir and protect him...

However, it was still a little difficult to really implement it.

Standing at the door of Samir's study, she hesitated for a long time, but in the end, she still knocked on the door. "Samir, are you there?" "Come in." The man's indifferent voice came from inside the door. Taking a deep breath, Alora held the tray and carefully opened the door.

The tray in her hand was the tea that Anne had just taught her to cook.

She carried the tray and slowly walked to Samir's side, then placed the cup of tea on the table.

"I prepared it for you. Have a taste."

The man glanced indifferently at the tea that Alora had placed on the table, then looked up at Alora's face. "What did you just call me?"

"I'm calling you Samir." Alora paused.

The man sitting in the office chair sighed in disappointment. He brought the cup of tea over and gently blew on it. "You never called me by my name before."

Alora's body paused slightly. "Then how did I address you in the past?" She looked at him doubtfully. If she didn't call him by his name, then what should she call him? Samir?

Mr. Rowan?

"It's not Samir, nor Mr. Rowan. It's an exclusive name that others can't call casually."

As if he had guessed what she was thinking, the man curled his lips and said lightly.

It was an exclusive name that others couldn't casually call...

Alora frowned and thought for a long time. "I used to call you... hubby?"

"Yes."

Samir lowered his eyes and drank his tea. A hint of slyness flashed in his eyes. "You used to call me that all

the time. I am not used to it when you suddenly call me by my name."

Alora,...."

But if she suddenly called him hubby, she would not be able to adapt to it either, okay?

But...

She recalled what Anne had told her this afternoon, and the things that Samir had done for her...

The woman bit her lip.

Forget it. She would just call him hubby.

It was her fault for not being reserved enough in the past, to fall in love with this man at first sight and even bully him! "Hubby."

She bit her lips and stammered, "Is the tea I made okay?"

"Not bad."

"What made you think of making me tea?" the man asked as he elegantly put down the empty cup.

"It was Anne who said that she was not satisfied with the environment here and wanted to make some tea." Alora coughed lightly.

"I saw her cooking tea, so I learned from her." "She said that the taste of the tea was not good, so..." Samir's face immediately turned livid. Because the taste was not good, she gave it to him to drink? "Fortunately, you like it!"

Alora took a deep breath, "I knew that not everyone has the same taste as Anne!" The man was just about to blame her but swallowed his words back.

"No matter what, everything you make is good." He smiled.

When he said this, his eyes were gentle.

Such affectionate and gentle eyes, coupled with his low and magnetic voice...

For a moment, Alora felt that her heart was hit hard.

Her face was inexplicably red, and her heart began to beat wildly. She bit her lip, afraid that he would see her shyness, and quickly picked up the empty teacup and tray. ".... I'm going downstairs!" With that, she lifted her leg and quickly walked out.

But probably because she was too nervous, she actually stepped on her right foot with her left foot, and she fell hard to the ground.

In the blink of an eye, Samir rushed forward and wanted to hug her. But just as she was about to fall...

Alora actually used her martial arts to forcefully prop herself up with her arms. Then, with a flip, she stood up from the ground. Although Alora did not fall, the tray and cup in her hand flew out. With a bang, the broken pieces of the teacup flew everywhere.

Samir's hand that wanted to hug her stopped in mid-air.

Alora glanced at the broken pieces in the distance and quickly walked over to pick them up.

But she did not expect that the porcelain pieces, which did not seem to hurt people, would cut a small cut on her hand when she picked them up.

"Put it down!"

Seeing the blood seeping out of her fingertips, the man behind her frowned and pulled her up with his left hand,

He pulled her and pressed her down on the sofa. Then, he turned around to look for the medicine box. "Even a child as old as James and Stella knows that they can't just touch porcelain fragments. You're so old, don't you know?" "Or have you forgotten all about common sense after losing your memory?" the man asked in a reproachful

tone. The pain from her fingertips and the man's reproach made Alora's nose a little sour. She bit her lip and glared at his back. "I thought I had thick skin, and I wouldn't be hurt." "Thick skin?" Samir narrowed his eyes slightly. He recalled the time when they had just gotten married. At that time, she was still a small martial arts substitute. She was injured during filming and went home to apply ointment at night. Every time he asked, she would tell him with a smile that she was tough and would not be injured. Now, hearing this word again... He shook his head helplessly and walked up to her with the medicine box. "Who said you have thick skin?" He took out disinfectant from the medicine box with his uninjured hand and handed it to her. Alora bit her lips. Only then did she notice the man's bandaged hand. "Your hand..."

She sniffed and said in a muffled voice, "Anne said..."

"Did you get hurt because you protected me?" Samir paused for a moment, then smiled. "It's not serious. I will be fine after a period of recuperation." "It's just that it's not very convenient for me in a short period of time." Alora lowered her head and was silent for a moment. In fact, from the thickness of the bandage on his hand, she knew that his hand must be seriously injured. But he played it down... After a while, she raised her head. "Do you have to put medicine on this hand every day?" Samir nodded. Alora took a deep breath. As if she had made up her mind, she reached out and grabbed his injured right hand, then began to untie the bandage on his hand. "Can... can I have a look?"