Flash Marriage: Pampered by Mr.Bigshot

Chapter 814 - 813: Wow, This Is Cohabitation

Nia Mitchell was taken aback; it seemed that Fiona Sutton was indeed seriously ill.How could someone who’s already dead still be alive?

"It’s been verified; most of the blood on the scene was his."

If a person has lost that much blood, death is inevitable.

"But, there’s no body, right?"

Does having no body mean he isn’t dead?

She didn’t believe he was dead; without a body, it was just a disappearance.

"Fiona, he was a soldier."

Do you know what it means to be a soldier?

If he were alive, he would try every means to contact his army, but...

There was none.

"Was his muscle tissue also found in the woods?"

This was what Maxwell Peary said.

It was heard that there was a lot of Yancy Hastings’ flesh at the scene.

How cruel, yet it was verified by Maxwell Peary himself.

Fiona Sutton slowly closed her eyes, her lips pale and bloodless.

"So, it seems I can’t even deceive myself anymore."

She wanted to comfort herself that Yancy Hastings was still alive somewhere.

But the facts were laid out before her, leaving her no choice but to believe.

"Here, fresh chicken soup."

Charles Northwood walked in carrying two bowls of chicken soup, sensing something amiss between the two.

However, he didn’t ask anything else.

"Nia, you should have some too."

Nia Mitchell looked at the aromatic chicken soup and nodded immediately.

"Wow, I didn’t expect Professor Northwood to have such a skill."

Nia Mitchell was surprised, looking at the chicken soup in front of her, not aware he could cook.

"I’ll treat you to a feast another day, and I’ll cook it myself."

Charles Northwood smiled, not minding Nia Mitchell’s teasing.

He placed Nia Mitchell’s bowl on the table, then picked up Fiona Sutton’s, ready to feed her with a spoon.

"I’ll do it myself."

Fiona Sutton blushed, obviously fond of him.

But why, when he took such care of her, did she feel so unnatural?

Not the shy kind of unnatural, but the kind that feels...

Very uneasy.

"Alright."

Saying that, he placed the bowl of chicken soup into Fiona Sutton’s hands.

The chicken soup was warm, instantly warming her hands.

She sat on the bed, striving to maintain a smile on her face.

......

After spending the afternoon together, Fiona Sutton’s mood seemed to improve a lot.

For a moment, Nia Mitchell didn’t know where to go, thinking she would stay at Fiona Sutton’s dormitory.

But Charles Northwood insisted she stay.

"You can stay with Fiona Sutton; after all, I’ll be sleeping on the sofa."

Charles Northwood smiled at her; today’s news was a big deal, and when she called, she was about to return to D City.

He had already guessed a little; at this time, Nia Mitchell probably wouldn’t want to go back.

"Alright then."

Nia Mitchell immediately agreed, planning to sleep with Fiona Sutton tonight.

Dinner was very simple; the three of them just cooked noodles. Charles Northwood made Shredded Chicken Porridge for Fiona Sutton, and Nia Mitchell followed suit, having quite a bit.

Fiona Sutton had a very good appetite tonight, keeping everything down.

Charles Northwood was relieved, closing the door for them before heading to the living room.

He had been sleeping on the sofa for a few days now and was almost used to it.

Nia Mitchell lay on Charles Northwood’s big bed, which still carried his scent.

"Have you been sleeping here these past few days?"

Nia Mitchell turned to look at Fiona Sutton beside her.