Chapter 407

In the apartment, Wanda was curled up in bed and wrapped in blankets. Only her eyes peeked out.

When she heard the door unlock, she felt very nervous. Her heart thumped madly, and she trembled all

over.

“Wanda, I’m back!”

When she heard Carlisle’s gentle voice, her heartbeat finally calmed down.

She threw aside the blankets, got out of bed, and ran barefoot to him.

“Wanda!” Phoebe and Christine greeted her simultaneously.

However, Wanda ignored them and dove into the embrace of Carlisle, who had just put down his bags of medicines and other necessities.

Carlisle patted her on the back. “Alright, alright. I won’t leave you again!”

He asked gently, “Does your stomach still hurt?”

She nodded. “It hurts…”

“Take some ibuprofen. I’ll make you some hot chocolate!” Carlisle ruffled her hair.

Phoebe said sourly, “You’re being lovey–dovey in front of us on purpose!”

Christine pursed her lips, and the light in her eyes dimmed.

Although she had already given up on Carlisle, she still felt jealous when she saw how loving he and

Wanda were.

Carlisle picked up the hot chocolate and walked toward the kitchen while Wanda followed closely behind

him.

Phoebe told Christine, “Hang Wanda’s clothes in the wardrobe while I get her some ibuprofen!”

Christine dragged the suitcase toward the bedroom that Wanda had just run out of.

Phoebe found the ibuprofen among the medicine and got some warm water.

While Carlisle boiled some water, he saw that Wanda was barefoot. He pretended to be angry and said, The floor is so cold! Put your slippers on.”

Wanda spread her arms wide. “Hug me.”

Carlisle was amused. He hugged her and said gently. “Be good, Wanda, and put your slippers on.”

Wanda suddenly jumped up and hooked her legs around him.

He reached out to support her by holding on to her thighs.

They were both dressed in thin clothes, and Carlisle could feel the soft sensation against his chest. He;

couldn’t help swallowing.

He hurriedly muttered to himself to try and empty his mind of all thoughts.

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He carried Wanda to the living room and took out a pair of pink Hello Kitty slippers from the necessities.

he had bought.

“Wanda, get down and put your slippers on,” he said softly.

Wanda did not have any intention of getting down. She clung to him like an octopus and rested her head on his shoulder with her eyes closed, pretending to be asleep.

Phoebe tittered, “Why does Wanda look like a child who is clinging to her father?”

“She’s not in a good condition right now. She’s no different from a child.” Carlisle chuckled.

“You’re being such a sweet boyfriend. You’re acting like her father! I want to find a boyfriend like you in the future!” Phoebe giggled good–naturedly.

She took ibuprofen and water and went around Carlisle so she could persuade Wanda to take it. “Baby Wanda, it’s time to have your medicine!”

Wanda kept her eyes closed, looking as if she were asleep.

However, she felt another piercing pain in her belly.

She frowned slightly, opened her eyes, and took the capsule from Phoebe’s hand to stuff into her mouth.

“Good job, baby.” Phoebe beamed as she fed Wanda some water.

Wanda swallowed the capsule and continued to sleep with her head on Carlisle’s shoulder.

He suddenly asked, “Does she have socks in her suitcase?”

Phoebe blinked. “Do you mean stockings?”

“No, just ordinary socks!” Carlisle had never seen Wanda in stockings.

Not many people at Riverland University wore stockings. After all, they were in a rather conservative era.

Only those who were in the workplace and were white–collar workers would wear black stockings.

Other than that, only women who worked in pubs or hair salons would wear stockings frequently.

Wanda was shy and conservative, and all her skirts covered her ankles. How could she have stockings in

her possession?

“Let me go and have a look!” Phoebe went to where Christine was and began rummaging in Wanda’s luggage.

She soon found a pair of thick, long socks.

She helped Wanda put them up, and when she held Wanda’s tiny feet, she couldn’t help sighing. “Look at

how delicate her feet are! They’re soft, too. Have you played with them before, Carlisle?”