Chapter 87 - 87: There’s nothing I can’t do, only what you, my wife, can ‘t think of.

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It wasn’t long after Suri Drew called for an ambulance when it arrived, and Yigol Novak, being injured, went to the hospital along with Suri following the ambulance.

Later, they cooperated with the relevant staff in making statements and whatnot. Although this matter was related to them, they had nothing to do with the incident, so the staff naturally wouldn’t make things difficult for them.

“Wifey, why do you look like you want to cry? Are you upset that Bob Presley is dead?” Yigol Novak asked, pretending to be angry.

“You… just go away,” Suri Drew subconsciously wanted to take care of Yigol Novak’s injury on his waist but remembered he was injured at the moment.

Yigol Novak noticed her movement and subconsciously deleted it: “Wifey, I am injured right now. Are you trying to take advantage of me while I am defenseless? If that’s the case, I’m willing and ready for you.”

“Yigol Novak…” Suri Drew’s hand was already holding Yigol Novak’s flesh, but she still couldn’t bring herself to do anything.

“Wifey, I have our WhatsApp, if you dare to bully me, I will tell our mom.” Yigol Novak looked at Suri Drew indignantly.

Suri Drew was so angry that her breath became unsteady. However, since Yigol Novak was injured, she couldn’t bring herself to really do anything, “You, you damned jerk, just you wait.” n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

“Wifey, are you really upset about Bob? If that’s the case, just tell me. Don’t worry, I won’t be jealous of a dead person.” Yigol Novak shook Suri’s arm, pretending to be generous.

“Ahh…” The next second, Yigol screamed like a pig and looked pitifully at Suri: “Wifey, wifey, I was wrong. I won’t try to tease you anymore. I’m really sorry.” Seeing Yigol admitting his mistake so sincerely, Suri finally let go of him.

“You deserve it. You were asking for it,” Suri Drew wanted to punish him earlier but held back because of his injury. She didn’t expect him to be so good at provoking her.

Now that she had finally acted, he knew how to admit his mistake.

“Wifey, I was just teasing you. I didn’t expect you to be so sensitive. Sigh,” Yigol said helplessly.

“Alright, will a massage suffice? Who told you to be so cheeky? What did you have to provoke me for?” Suri complained helplessly while massaging Yigol.

At that point, Yigol sat up and looked at Suri seriously, “Wifey, I know you are worried about me. The doctor said that although it’s a fracture, I’ll be fine after some rest. You don’t have to worry about me so much.”

“I was just trying to make you relax, instead of looking like you want to cry but can’t. I didn’t expect you, wifey, to be so harsh on me. Ah, I’m so pitiful.’”‘

“Ha, ha, ha. So this is what legitimate nonsense looks like, I’ve finally seen it,” Suri laughed and cried, especially at Yigol’s pitiful look, as if he had suffered great grievances.

Suri always thought that overly emotional men were the least likable, but she found Yigol’s emotional appearance quite pleasing.

“If it weren’t for you suddenly coming back to shield me, I wouldn’t have been injured,” Yigol continued to lament.

It sounded like a complaint, but Suri couldn’t hear any blame, “Honey, I didn’t do it on purpose.”

“You did it on purpose. You were worried that I wouldn’t be able to dodge it, so you came to protect me, right? You’ve learned kickboxing well, and your reaction speed is fast. If it were any other woman, she would probably be scared to tears.”

“I didn’t expect that in that crucial moment, you thought not of yourself but of protecting me.” Yigol understood it at that moment, and he was genuinely moved.

At that moment, Yigol was determined to spend the rest of his life with Suri. It had nothing to do with the system or anything else.

“No, you don’t have to be so full of yourself. I’m so good-looking and capable. I have so many good days ahead of me. Why would I want to give up everything for a man like you?” Suri replied.

Yigol raised his hand to hold Suri’s chin, forcing her to look at him, “Wifey, is what you said true? It sounds so fake.”

Suri slapped his hand away, “What are you doing? We are in a hospital.”

“Well, wife, once we get home, I’ll give myself to you. You can do whatever you want with me,” Yigol said with a smitten look on his face.

Yigol had forgotten the pain from his injury and his recent scolding from Suri.

“I don’t want you. What use are you to me? You’re good for nothing,” Suri rejected him.

“There’s a lot I can do, wifey. It’s only what you can’t imagine, not what I can’t do. I’m willing to serve you if that’s what you want,” Yigol replied.

Only then did Suri realize what she had done.

No matter what she said, as soon as she opened her mouth, Yigol would find a way to flirt with her.

“How can someone like you even exist?” Suri’s face turned red, but she found that every time, she would suffer a loss, allowing Yigol to take advantage of her, and she couldn’t do anything about it.

At night, Yigol stared blankly at the ceiling.

He had a fracture and needed to lie in bed to recover. He couldn’t move around, so all he could do was daydream.

His fracture wasn’t serious, but it required him to stay in the hospital for a few days. If everything was fine, he could go home to recuperate.

Although Yigol had received special treatment from the System and had martial arts skills, he was just a mortal. When injured, he naturally needed to recuperate.

He was staying in a VIP hospital ward. The room environment was excellent, with a hospital bed and some medical equipment nearby. There was even a place for family members to stay overnight.

At this moment, Suri was dealing with company documents, and because she couldn’t bear to leave Yigol alone, she had asked for the documents to be sent to the hospital.

Yigol told her that they could look for a nursing attendant, but Suri insisted on accompanying him personally.

When Suri grew tired of working, she got up to stretch her muscles, and her gaze naturally fell on Yigol, who was staring at the ceiling, lost in thought.

“Thinking about something?” Suri asked curiously.

“I was thinking about me and my wifey, on a deep night like this, the two of us…” Before Yigol could finish, Suri’s hand was in front of him, making a pinching motion. He quickly shut his mouth.

“Hmph,” Suri snorted arrogantly, “Now tell the truth, what are you thinking about?”