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Chapter 332
Fia frowned. She was just about to remind him about it when she heard Mrs. Taylor’s voice.
“Wait, Master Maxwell! The sun is searing today. Don’t let her stay under the sun for too long!” Mrs. Taylor ran over
with an umbrella and then waited outside the car as she opened the umbrella. “You can come down now, madam.
You can’t get too much time right now.”
Fia felt touched and wanted to cry.
Mrs. Taylor reminded her of her grandma and mom.
“Madam?” Mrs. Taylor was worried that she was still mad at Conrad and didn’t want to get down the car, and didn’t
want to continue her marriage with Conrad.
She pushed at Conrad, who was waiting by the door. “Master, carry the madam off the car.”
“Oh, sure.” Conrad nodded and bent down, with half his body inside the car as he unbuckled her seatbelt and
carried her out.
“No… No thanks…”
Fia felt herself blushing as she couldn’t refuse the strongly built man.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtMrs. Taylor cracked a smile as she raised the umbrella high, and followed behind Conrad as she continued saying,
“Madam, Master Maxwell switched to another mansion for your sake.”
Fia looked at Mrs. Taylor, confused.
“He’s worried that you’ll be saddened. That won’t be good for you.”
Fia instantly knew why. Her mom had passed away in that mansion.
Conrad was worried that she would be saddened if she were to keep looking at where she lost her mom. She didn’t
say anything, but she did feel upset. Especially when she approached the guest room on the first floor. She would
be reminded of how her mom was dragged to the floor and beaten by Beryl.
“I’m sorry,” Conrad whispered into her ears and hugged her even tighter.
When they went into the living room, he carefully put her down on the sofa and said, “I’ll take a shower first. I’ll
accompany you later.”
He then turned to Mrs. Taylor and said, “Please make something sweet for her. Make sure it’s hot. The doctor said
she can’t have anything cold.”
“I know. I’ll take good care of her!” Mrs. Taylor quickly went to the kitchen and took out the sweet
pumpkin soup that she had already prepared. It was not too hot, not too cold.
“Have a drink, madam. I’m sure you’ll like it.”
“Thank you.” Fia accepted and then had a spoonful as Mrs. Taylor watched.
“Does it need anything? Let me know and I’ll change it next time.”
“Everything you make is perfect for me, Mrs. Taylor.”
“I probably can’t do much at this age, but I can cook. If I can’t take good care of you, It will surely disappoint Master
Maxwell.”
Mrs. Taylor looked at Fia with a sweet smile as she consumed the pumpkin soup. “Master Maxwell really
does care about you now. Have you noticed that all the renovations done to this mansion are to your liking?”
Fia paused. “Not really.” Then, she continued to eat the soup.
She was lying to herself. From the moment that Conrad carried her in, she already knew that it was done to her
liking.
The mansion earlier was renovated to Conrad’s style, cold and dispassionate. Only the bedroom was changed to
her taste.
But this mansion… It was renovated to how she liked it. Simple but elegant.
From the furniture to the carpets, from the curtains to the sofa. All of them.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“Are you still preparing the chicken soup, Mrs. Taylor?”
Conrad came down wearing gray casual wear, drying his hair with a towel.
“Of course, master. I’ve put it on low heat. I’ve also prepared soup made of pork and another of fish. Master, get
some water for the madam to wash up as I prepare the table. Lunch will be prepared soon!”
Fia didn’t even have the chance to say anything when Conrad put the towel on his shoulder and walked
away.
Very quickly, he returned with a basin of warm water and knelt down in front of her.
“Come, give me your hands.”
Fia looked at him quietly and didn’t move at all.
He raised his head and said, “What is it?”
“I can do it.”
Conrad smiled helplessly and pulled her arm and washed her hands.
“You don’t have to feel embarrassed. I’ve been doing this in the hospital. I have even washed your hair and helped
you bathe.”
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