Happy Mommy Happy Daddy full novel
Chapter 215

Chapter 215 Mommy's Cooking Is Especially Good

When the gauze was half removed, Samir reached out his other hand to hold Alora's hand. "Forget it." "Mathias can do it for me."

"It's just a scar. There's nothing to see."

As he spoke, he was about to take his hand away from her hand.

Alora quickly held him down.

"I just want to take a look," the woman said, biting her lip.

Her eyes were too sincere and stubborn.

Samir looked at her helplessly and smiled. "You must see it?" Alora nodded and lowered her head quietly. She removed the gauze wrapped around his hand layer by layer. The sutured wound on the man's hand was slowly revealed in front of her.

The wound was very deep and very long, almost splitting his palm into two. Even though Alora boasted of her strong heart, when she saw this shocking wound, she could not help but tremble.

"I told you not to look." Samir curled his lips helplessly and subconsciously covered the wound with gauze. "How can a little girl bear this?"

After that, he pulled his hand back and wanted to wrap the gauze again.

Alora bit her lips and grabbed his arm again, holding his injured palm in her hand. "Such a deep wound. Did you reach out to grab the blade?" Samir paused and nodded.

"Why are you so silly?"

"What kind of medicine does Mathias usually apply to you?" she muttered.

Samir pointed to a bottle in the corner of the medicine box.

Alora picked up the medicine bottle and carefully poured the medicine for him. She glanced at his wound with a hint of reproach and heartache. How could he be so stupid as to use his hand to grab someone else's blade?

The man looked at her deeply. "At that time, that person wanted to stab you with a knife. The situation was urgent, so I did not think too much." Alora's body shook violently.

Because the situation was urgent, he did not think too much and used his hand to grab the blade, wanting to protect her...

How much did this man like her in the past?

Thinking of this, she could not help but feel a strange emotion.

She did not know if she should be glad that she was the one he loved, or sad that she could no longer remember the past. Thinking of this, she had already poured the medicine.

"Samir." She carefully applied medicine to him.

"Yes."

"It must be very painful, right?" She bit her lips and sighed deeply.

"The broken porcelain just now cut my finger. It was just a shallow wound, and I was in great pain." "This... must be especially painful, right?" "Why are you so silly?"

The man looked at her face as she was seriously applying medicine to him, and smiled. "It's worth it to be silly to protect you." His sudden words made Alora blush instantly.

She pursed her lips, not daring to look up at him, and only seriously applied medicine to him. "Actually..."

"I don't know how I used to be with you." "But I know martial arts. Most of the time, I can protect myself." "In the future, I can protect you. You don't have to get hurt for me." After saying that, she raised her head and looked at him her crystal eyes.

Her serious look made Samir smile.

He reached out his uninjured hand and gently rubbed her head. "Okay, you will protect me in the future."

The man's hand seemed to have magic.

Wherever he touched, she felt a burning sensation, as if she had been electrocuted. Alora lowered her head, and her face became even redder. It took a long time before she finally medicated his wound and tied up the gauze for him.

In the end, she put away the medicine box and let out a long sigh. "Don't bother Mathias anymore in the future."

"Let me do something like applying medicine for you." Looking at her palm-sized face, the man smiled. "Okay." Alora's face and her ears turned red from the way he looked at her.

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She hurriedly put the medicine box back in the corner, turned around, and left quickly.

Sitting on the sofa, Samir looked at the woman's back as she left, then looked down at the gauze wrapped around his hand and smiled.

After Alora escaped from the study to the corridor, she let out a long breath.

She did not know what was going on.

Why did she feel dizzy when she touched Samir? Her face was red and her heart was beating faster.

She had been in love before. When she was with Truett, she was always calm.

Why was she so shy in front of Samir... "Mommy."

A slightly calm child's voice was heard.

Alora came back to her senses and looked carefully. She found that Steve, dressed in white, was leaning against the wall of the corridor with his hands crossed over his chest, looking at her. She patted her burning face to lower the temperature and slowly walked to the little fellow. "What's wrong?" "James asked me to ask you, do you remember your cooking skills after you lost your memory?" "He wants to eat the potato pancakes you made." Potato pancakes?

Alora paused. She seemed to know how to make this...

"Do you want to eat potato pancakes?"

"Yes."

"James has been craving for potato pancakes for a long time," Steve nodded. "And boiled eggs in the shape of rabbits." "You used to make them for us." Alora was silent for a moment. "I'll make them for you now!" After saying that, the woman went downstairs and went straight into the kitchen. "Brother, it was you who wanted to eat, and you blamed me again!" When Alora left, James ran out of the room angrily and glared at Steve. "Obviously, you're the one who's greedy!" "Then when Mommy is done later, Stella and I will eat, you watch from the side." Steve glanced at him indifferently. "..." James. "Why?" "Because you don't even want to sacrifice your name."

Stella walked to the side, leaned on the railing, and looked at a little woman who was busy in the kitchen downstairs. "Look, I'm your sister. You have to take care of me, so you ask Mommy for food. This kind o thing needs you to do as a brother." "Big Brother took the initiative to speak to Mommy. He has already worked hard." "He just said that you want to eat. You haven't paid anything, but you are unwilling." "Then don't eat it!"

"Alright, alright, alright. Just treat it as me wanting to eat it!" James frowned. After saying that, he felt that something was wrong. "But it was clearly big brother who wanted to eat it. Why did you say I wanted to eat it?" "We are triplets. It doesn't matter who wants to eat it!". "Brother, you said that the potato pancakes made by Mommy are very delicious. Is it true?" Stella nodded. "The potato pancakes made by Mommy once conquered your second brother and made your second brother accept her as our mommy for the sake of a bite." "Mommy is very good at cooking." James also vowed.

Just as he finished speaking, a burnt smell came from downstairs. Then, it was Anne's shocked voice, "Alora, what did you fry"