I pursed my lips in grievance and glared at Wyatt unhappily.

Right as I completed my words, Wyatt purposely ate the remaining chocolate, even though we both know that he doesn’t like sweet things.

Regardless of how I sulked or glared, Wyatt only coaxed me softly before dragging me downstairs to take a cup of herbal drink due to the amount of sweet things I ate.

After doing so, Wyatt dragged me to the bathroom, regardless of my reluctance. He bathed me and then dressed me in a comfortable dress.

By the time the both of us arrived downstairs, a doctor was already waiting for us. It was after the...