Chapter 72: Chapter 72

Joel sat beside Primrose, watching a movie together. He observed her with a tender smile as she enjoyed each bite of cake, her small mouth occasionally puffing up, looking incredibly cute. Joel naturally helped Primrose wipe her mouth and offered her water; his demeanor was both caring and gentle, causing Primrose to laugh.

"I'm not a child; I can eat on my own," she protested.

Joel didn't consider this true, as he continued to feed Primrose small sips of milk and cake, just as before.

"But I want to take care of my wife when she's sick. Don't try to stop me," he responded.

After saying this, Joel's eyes sparkled mischievously. He teasingly licked his lips while gazing at the crumbs on the corner of Primrose's mouth, making her start and lick her own lips. She decided not to talk to Joel anymore. The two continued in a harmonious atmosphere, and by the time the movie ended, Primrose had finished her last piece of cake.

"Well done; you finished the cake and milk. Do you want a reward?" Joel asked.

Joel successfully played the role of a kindergarten teacher, making Primrose feel like a child who needed to be taken care of in every way. Primrose blinked at Joel, a speechless expression on her face, shaking her head repeatedly.

"Don't say nonsense. Watch out, I might bite you."

With these words, Primrose put on an angry yet playful expression. Clearly, Joel didn't find this intimidating, only endearing. Not to mention, her hair was now falling down on her forehead, swaying gently in the light breeze, making Primrose look even more beautiful. Joel gently brushed the soft strands of hair away from Primrose's ear, carefully used a warm cloth to clean her mouth, and then stood up to clear the table.

"Alright, I know. Can you take your medicine on your own now?"

Primrose nodded, and Joel handed her the medicine, which she obediently took. Joel then wiped Primrose's mouth again out of habit before taking the bowl and glass to the sink. When everything was done, he neatly wiped the table and then asked Primrose,

"Are you feeling tired? Do you want to go rest in the bedroom?"

Primrose blinked her eyes, perhaps because she had just woken up, she no longer felt sleepy. She shook her head. Joel smiled and carefully placed a pillow behind Primrose's back to make her more comfortable before speaking.

"Alright, I'll grab my laptop and come down here to work. I'll be by your side. Wait for me a bit, okay?"

Primrose nodded slightly, and Joel went upstairs to get his laptop before sitting down next to Primrose. Primrose continued to watch the movie, while Joel attended to his tasks at home. Despite the lack of communication between them, Primrose felt an unusual sense of tranquility.

Having someone by her side to take care of her when she was sick and even choosing not to go to the office to spend time with her was tender and heartwarming. It seemed that her parents were right all along—marriage was a wonderful and anticipated journey. She smiled to herself, lost in her thoughts, and leaned back into the pillow, gazing at Joel with affection.

Joel was engrossed in his work but occasionally glanced at Primrose beside him. Whenever he raised his head and his gaze coincidentally met Primrose's sparkling eyes, he would ask with a playful tone, "Is there something amusing, sweetie? Watching a comedy?"

Primrose shook her head, responding mysteriously, "It's a secret."

Joel didn't press for more information and merely chuckled in a doting manner. Primrose didn't say anything more, allowing this peaceful moment to pass in silence.

By the evening, Joel had made progress on his tasks and sat up straight, putting his laptop down on the desk. He tilted his head to look at Primrose, wanting to ask if she felt uncomfortable anywhere. He noticed that Primrose had her head tilted towards the pillow, her eyes half-closed as if she had been sleeping.

He chuckled softly and used a comb to tidy Primrose's hair, ensuring the strands of hair were no longer covering her face. He gently brushed his hand over her forehead and then lifted the laptop lid. With the soft sound of typing blending into the afternoon breeze, he felt a sense of contentment.

When he finished his tasks, Joel checked the time and realized it was already evening. He went upstairs to Primrose's room and saw that she was still deeply asleep. He lightly touched her forehead, noting that her fever had subsided slightly, which put his mind at ease. He looked at her beautiful face for a moment, observing her peaceful breathing and the small, cute movements of her nose. He was about to turn away when Primrose turned her head, slowly opening her eyes and using her tiny nose to nuzzle Joel affectionately.

"What time is it, Joel? I feel like I've slept straight through to the next day."

All day long, Primrose had slept so early that her mind was in disarray, not quite alert as she navigated through a long day, losing the ability to distinguish time or dates. She looked around in a daze, trying to open her eyes wider in a futile attempt to appear more awake, then gazed hazily into Joel's eyes.

Joel chuckled and used a comb to help Primrose brush her hair so that the strands no longer tangled across her face, then replied casually,

"It's seven in the evening. What would you like to eat tonight for me to cook?"

Primrose made a soft sound, suppressing the urge to yawn as she tried to open her eyes wider to look at Joel. After a moment of effort, her mind had cleared a bit, and she reluctantly responded with a coherent sentence.

"I want Italian pasta. Is that possible?"

Joel adjusted the slightly slipping collar of Primrose's shirt after her long sleep and advised gently,

"That's okay, but you're not feeling well. Eating something light like porridge would be better. How about I make minced meat porridge for you as I did in the morning?"

Primrose thought of the bland taste of the morning meal and couldn't help but scrunch up her face in an expression of distaste. She was accustomed to eating heavily seasoned dishes and naturally didn't like things like porridge.

"I don't want that. I just want Italian pasta. I'll cry if you don't make it for me."

Primrose lowered her voice with a hint of threat; although her tone sounded fierce, her words were delicate to the point of lacking any aggression. Joel burst into laughter, taking a moment to respond. After all, what Primrose wanted to eat was the best option; a person with a fever should eat simple, light dishes, but eating something she enjoyed and a little more than usual was also fine.

"Alright then, you just lie here and wait. I'll go cook and bring it up. Is that okay?"

Primrose blinked at this point, looking pleased, then reached her hands towards Joel, her small arms pretending to be coquettish.

"Waiting is fine, but I want to go down to the kitchen with you. I can't get up; can you carry me?"

When Primrose had a fever, she especially liked being by Joel's side; her personality became much softer and more childish. Joel was surprised and delighted by this, even better than he expected. It showed that Primrose trusted and wanted to rely on him more when she was weaker than usual.

"Why not, sweetie? Let's go down to the kitchen together."

Joel lifted Primrose up, and she understood by using her legs to cling to Joel like a small bear. Her whole body hung on Joel, and they both went down to the kitchen.