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The convenient Bride novel Chapter 210

Seeing that she was uneasy, Sachin raised his eyebrows slightly, and a gentle smile was formed on his face.


He reached out and caressed her hair, and his eyes were full of affection. "I asked Sasha to cook some fish soup for you. Have more later."


"Fine." She replied.


Her hair was thin and soft, and when he was fiddling with her hair, his eyes gradually narrowed, revealing a trace of coldness.




Aman approached Rosiley with ill motives.


Feeling his cold aura, Rosiley raised her head and saw his thoughtful, cold and handsome face. His black eyes were so meaningful that she could not read his thoughts.


She frowned and softly called out, "Sachin."


Hearing her voice, Sachin lowered his head and met her puzzled eyes. "What's wrong?"


Rosiley smiled and shook her head, “Nothing. I'm just hungry."


Sachin beamed and petted her head. "I'll bring you the fish soup.”


"Okay." She smiled and nodded.


As he turned around to fetch her fish soup, Rosiley's smile slowly faded.


Looking at his straight back, Rosiley's eyebrows were furrowed. His expression just now was so cold and frightening. Was he thinking about Bertram?


Did he misunderstand them?


She bit her lip and wondered if it would be better to explain.


Sachin held the fish soup and turned around. He saw her complex expression and couldn't help but smile, "Rosiley, what's wrong?"


Rosiley raised her eyes to look at him and smiled brightly, "I was wondering if I should have one or two bowls of soup.”


Sachin knew that this wasn't something that she was conflicted about, but he didn't expose her.


He just smiled and handed her the bowl, saying gently, "Drink as much as you want."


"Yeah." Rosiley beamed and took the bowl. The smell of the fish soup reached her nose.


“It smells good. It must be very delicious." She said with a smile, then lowered her head to pick up the spoon and slowly drank it.


Sachin sat on the chair beside her and looked at her quietly with dote in his black eyes.


There was a hint of warmth in the silent ward.


The soup was almost consumed. Rosiley's movements slowed down, and she was still hesitating to explain.


She looked up at the man sitting on the chair. She pursed her lips and said, "Sachin."




Rosiley put down her hand and hesitated for a moment before slowly saying, "I didn't know that Bertram would come to see me today. Apart from today, I have only met him twice. He saved me once and we met in M City for the second time, so today is the third time we met.”


Sachin looked at her quietly and calmly, and she was unable to tell whether he was happy or angry.


His silence made Rosiley very uneasy, and her hand holding the bowl was unconsciously clenched.


After a long time, he smiled resignedly, "Rosiley, did you think that I wouldn't trust you when you explained?"


“No.” Rosiley shook her head. "I just don't want there to be any misunderstandings between us."


Sometimes, a trivial misunderstanding could affect their relationship, and she wanted them to be honest and clear.


Looking at her serious expression, Sachin's mood fluctuated slightly. He stood up and took the bowl in her hand and put it on the bedside table. Then, he carried her into his arms and gently stroked her soft hair.


"Idiot." He whispered, "We won't have misunderstandings.”


His tone was very firm. Rosiley's uneasy heart gradually calmed down when she heard this.






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