When Things Were Good

When Henry returned to the Medical Center, everything that had been smashed and damaged had been cleaned up.

The whole clinic was like new again.

Emily was sleeping on the table, leaning on it with a slightly haggard look on her beautiful face and eyebrows slightly furrowed.

Looking at her. Henry felt a complicated mix of emotions and couldn’t help but feel grateful. After all, she had saved Jonathan’s life.

He took off his coat and draped it over Emily.

“Mmm?”

Emily trembled all over and instantly woke up. “You’re back? Are you hurt?”

“I’m fine, thank you for today,” Henry said politely.

“Don’t mention it; it’s only right for me to take care of Mr. Jones when he’s injured,” Emily said, pursing her lips.

“Have you eaten? Are you hungry?”

“A little.”

“You want your usual, spaghetti bolognese?”

“Mmm, thank you.”

“Wait a moment.” Without much ado, Henry walked into the kitchen and began to skillfully cook the dish.

In the three years of their marriage, whenever Emily came b