His Wife Calls The Shots
Chapter 683: Let me see that smile

Chapter 683: Chapter 683: Let me see that smile

Chapter 683

The doctor took a thermometer and measured Chloe’s temperature at her neck, and it immediately showed her current temperature.

"Hmm? No fever." The doctor said.

Chloe was slightly surprised, and when she looked at the thermometer, she saw that her temperature was normal.

However, she was sure that when Robert came earlier, her temperature was indeed higher.

So, it must have been Wanda’s medicine that had worked.

Alexander warmed up his palm before touching Chloe’s forehead and smiled, "Indeed, no fever."

He then looked at the doctor and said, "Measure it again."

Chloe raised her eyes, "You don’t even trust yourself?"

Alexander leaned in and smiled lightly, "It’s about you, so I have to be cautious."

The doctor silently measured it again.

"Mr. Foster, it’s a normal temperature, no fever."

Only then did Alexander nod and told the doctor to check Chloe’s injured left hand.

Chloe was currently wearing her pajamas, long-sleeved.

She unbuttoned two buttons without much concern, making it convenient to expose her left arm.

When she unbuttoned the buttons, the doctor and Maurice Willis turned around abruptly as if facing a great enemy!

They even closed their eyes.

Alexander seemed satisfied.

He then turned to the side, also not looking.

After Chloe revealed her arm, she was covered with his coat from the side, tightly wrapped, only her left hand exposed.

The doctor looked left and right, asked several questions, and finally said, "It seems there is no big problem, but it’s better to take an X-ray, use the medicine first, and if it improves tomorrow, there’s no need to go."

Chloe showed him the medicine prescribed by the doctor at the set earlier.

Then the doctor replaced two of them for her.

After explaining the medication, the doctor looked at Alexander, "Mr. Foster, then I..."

"Mr. Foster, let’s go make some late-night snacks for Miss Collins." Maurice quickly came over, pulling the doctor out of the room.

As soon as the door closed, the room became quiet.

Chloe took off her clothes and was about to hand them to him when she suddenly felt something wet.

She looked up, "Why are your clothes wet?"

As she said this, she grabbed his inner sleeve, "This is wet too."

She stared into his eyes, asking, "Did you get caught in the rain?"

Alexander smiled, "The coat got wet from the snow, and this, it got wet from sweat."

Breaking a sweat in the winter.

Chloe saw his slightly red nose and an image of him running wildly seemed to flash in her mind.

Her heart trembled a bit.

Then, she put her hand on his stomach and gently pushed, "You, go take a shower."

She lowered her head, her voice slightly muffled.

Alexander didn’t quite understand and squatted down, looking up at her, "Are you mad?"

"I know it was sudden of me to come, but I wouldn’t be at ease if I didn’t."

Chloe slightly raised her eyes, looked at him, and suddenly a faint smile appeared on her lips, "Why would you think I’m mad?"

"Not mad." Alexander leaned closer to her, and in a tone as if coaxing a child, he said, "Then smile, let me see."

Chloe’s expression suddenly became serious and said, "You call me Senior, let me hear it."

He frowned slightly, revealing a puzzled smile, "Why do you still remember this?"

"If you don’t call me that, I will always remember."

"Can I know why?" He asked softly.

Chloe leaned back on the pillow and said leisurely, "Everyone else in the family has called me Senior, except for you. I feel like something is missing."

"You’re a perfectionist."

Chloe’s gaze shifted, and she smiled faintly, "Obsessive-compulsive disorder."

Alexander let out a slight cough, as if in all seriousness, but then said, "Instead of Senior, I’d rather call you by another name."