My Killing President

Chapter 315 Impossible 3

“Did anyone set a rule that one must eat porridge?” Alistair glared at her in annoyance.

“No!” Annabelle answered and continued with her food.

Alistair stood by her side and watched as she was enjoying herself. He couldn’t help but got closer and

asked again, “is it really that good?”

It was obvious that he wanted to give it a try.

Annabelle stared at him and asked, “Do you want to give it a try?”

“Is it disgusting?” Alistair asked back.

!!!

“Go back and eat your steak!!” Annabelle fumed and wanted to continue.

At that time, Alistair took a small spoon from the table and scoop up a little bit of porridge, and then put

in his mouth. This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

Annabelle was stunned.

Unexpectedly, after trying a little, he nodded in approval, “Although it is plain, it wasn’t as horrifying as I

imagined!” After saying that, he took the bowl over from Annabelle’s over-bed desk and walked away.

Annabelle sat there and blinked her eyes. After that she fumed in frustration, “Alistair, what about me?!”

At that time, Alistair walked gracefully towards the couch and took up his plate, “You can eat this, we

will exchange our food!”

“That was your leftover!!” Annabelle reminded.

When Alistair heard that, he frowned, “Are you complaining?”

Annabelle didn’t answer right away.

“Forget it then, I’ll throw it away!” After saying that, Alistair walked towards the trashcan.

“Sigh… Alistair!” Annabelle called out to him.

Alistair looked at her and said ruthlessly, “Why? You changed your mind again?”

“Do you want me to starve?” Annabelle’s glared at him and gritted her teeth.

She agreed in acquiescence.

Alistair’s lips curled up and put the plate of steak in front of her. After that, he added, “Don’t worry, I

don’t mind having an indirect kiss with you!”

Annabelle gave him a huge eye roll and then Alistair walked smilingly towards the couch.

He crossed his leg and sat gracefully eating his porridge. As he was eating, he kept nodding in

approval, “Hmm, not too bad!”

Annabelle gave him another eye roll and began to eat her food.

A simple meal turned out to be not simple at all.

After the meal, Alistair had no intention to leave. At that time, Annabelle wanted to get down the bed.

Alistair stared at her and asked, “What are you doing!?”

“I need to use the washroom!” Annabelle said.

“Can you walk?” Alistair stared at her and asked. Her leg was plastered, how could she get out the

bed?

After a long struggle, Annabelle failed. Alistair simply stood by the side, waiting for her to ask for help.

But the woman showed no sign of asking him. After a while, she said, “President Mu, please help me to

get a wheelchair!”

Wheelchair…

“Are you disabled? Getting a wheelchair!?” Alistair said in frustration. Why can’t she just ask for his

help?

Annabelle simply said indifferently, “Look at me, is there any difference from being disabled?”

“Actually, there is an easier method!” Alistair said.

Annabelle blinked her eyes, “What method?!”

The next second, Alistair said nothing but showed her with his actions. He walked over and carried

Annabelle from the bed.

“Hey, what are you doing?!” Annabelle was horrified.

Alistair simply cheered as he carried her, “Isn't this easier?” After that, he brought her to the toilet.

At that time, Annabelle’s face was completely blushed.