In order not to let her mother-in-law's good intentions go to waste, Lorraine Hughes really gave the rest of the tonic soup to Nathan Bolton to drink.
Nathan Bolton didn't dare to refuse and obediently drank it all.
Lorraine watched and giggled, then poked Nathan's face with her uninjured left hand, "You seem to have lost weight recently, are you too tired?"
Nathan caught her hand and kissed it, "You get into trouble every day, I'm almost scared to death because of you."
"My husband can't be this weak, you should improve a bit."
"You don't know if I'm weak or not? Try not to cry at night if you can."
At night...
Cry...
A train of thought raced through Lorraine's mind, catching her off guard.
Her face turned red in an instant.
Speaking of which, there's been less communication lately, probably because we've been too busy.
Before, she hadn't cried from frustration.
Seeing his wife led astray, Nathan leaned in, "Otherwise, how about you cry a little again tonight?"
