My Wife is a Herbalist Practitioner

The next morning.

Sylvie opened her sleepy eyes. She had a sound sleep last night. She covered herself in the warm quilt and run her face to the side.

But no one was there.

Kieran got up.

Sylvie’s eyelashes quivered. She did not wake up last night, but in a daze, she felt a man was lying next to her.

Who else could this person be besides Kieran?

Was it her delusion?

Sylvie buried her face in the pillow, and quickly felt his clean and clear masculine smell, even the quilt was infected with his residual body temperature.

Last night, he actually slept with her, hugging each other.

Sylvie gently closed her eyes. She wanted to draw a line with him, but they slept together and hugged together. What was going on?

Sylvie got up. Mila was still in a coma. She applied needles to Mila needles and went to the attending doctor to ask Mila’s condition before she went back to the Orchid Villa.

...

Orchid Villa.

Madam Lowe took Sylvie’s hand, "Sylvie, has Mila got better? You are tired since you keep going to the hospital and you even have dark circles under eyes. Why don’t you take Mila to our house? We can hire a nurse to look after her.”

Sylvie felt warm very moved. The old lady was good to her, she was kind, but she did not want to bother her, so she refused, "Grandma, the doctor said Mila needs to be observed in the hospital for a few days, and her situation will be confirmed after she wakes up, and at this time she can’t be transferred to another hospital. Thank you, Grandma."

Madam Lowe touched Sylvie's head and said, "Why are you so polite to me? We are families."

"I know, Grandma." Sylvie showed a smile.

Meow ~

Meow ~

something was rubbing at her feet. She looked down

must be

eyes became bright. She bent down to held the cat in

a gift brought back by Kieran on a business trip."

gave it

gift on a business

hair

and showed

very much. There were all kinds of dolls on the bed in her room. An old lady liked little girls' dolls, which was

"Don't think it is weird that I love dolls. Sylvie, you are a little girl,

of it. In her impression, her mother was very gentle, loved her very much and smelt good on her body, but her mother’s character was cold and rarely came

impression, her father loved her mother very much. When her father talked to her mother, he would smile and his eyes were bright and they

felt that something was missing from the home, that everything seemed

saw what she lacked in Kieran and the old

a beautiful doll." Sylvie said

and wash yourself. The cat food has

...

Madam Lowe looked at Joshua, "You said last night Young Master and

Joshua said carefully. "Yes."

Lowe patted the sofa, "My grandson is good, but he did not know

"Madam Lowe..."

in a few minutes. Please ask Marry to make some soup for Young Master. He had worked so hard, so give him some

brow. The old lady wanted to add

if Young

look, "With I am here. There is

had to