Sweet Physician Wife

Chapter 91 - Was It a Restraint On Her

Chapter 91: Was It a Restraint On Her

Mo Chen was fast asleep.

His breathing gradually became soft and long, and his palms were still tightly pressing on the blanket. Ning Dai smiled and helped him gently tuck in the blanket before slowly getting up.

She bent down and gently planted a kiss on his forehead.

“Second Brother, sleep well.”

Ning Dai turned around and left the bedroom to go to the study.

Ever since Elder Ning transferred the shares to her, she had more say in the Ning Corporation and had to deal with more work documents. They were all piled up in the study.

While Mo Chen was sleeping, she could focus on her work.

Ning Dai was immersed in correcting the documents. Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, more than two hours had passed.

Her phone suddenly rang. She looked at the caller ID and saw that it was Benjamin, so she quickly picked it up.

“Boss.”

Benjamin’s familiar voice came from the receiver. “If we are going to grow herbs, should we change to a more suitable way to make money?”

When Ning Dai heard this, she smiled helplessly.

“I’m not growing it to make money, I’m growing it for his legs.”

She did not tell Benjamin about the use of this herb, so it was normal for him to be confused.

Benjamin’s breathing obviously stopped for a moment.

“Boss, are you talking about Mr. Mo?”

“Yes, his legs are always a burden. If he can’t be cured, he won’t be able to live well. I have to take the time to get rid of his mental illness so that I can be at ease to do my things.”

Benjamin silently agreed and had an idea. “Okay, I got it.”

After the two chatted for a while more, Ning Dai hung up the phone and continued to read the documents.

Outside the study, Mo Chen sat expressionlessly.

He had just woken up and knew that he was home. He wanted to look for Ning Dai, but he didn’t expect to hear this phone call.

His leg was actually a burden to her.

She also wanted to leave him.

Mo Chen slowly clenched his fingers, the words that Ning Dai had just said echoing in his ears.

When his leg recovered, she would be able to leave at ease and do what she wanted to do.

What she meant was that she wanted to divorce him.

Mo Chen smiled bitterly.

He had always known that Ning Dai felt guilty towards him. She felt that she had caused his disfigurement and broken leg. Hence, she had the thought of repaying him and desperately treated him.

“If I’m a burden to you, then Dai’er, I will try to distance myself from you.”

Mo Chen turned around and pushed the wheelchair away.

He had initially wanted to explain to her about the matter between him and An Nanxu. However, from the looks of it, there was actually no need to explain. In other words, she did not care at all.

When Ning Dai finished her work and returned to the bedroom, she saw Mo Chen already sitting at the table.

“Second Brother, when did you wake up?”

“I just woke up.”

Mo Chen’s voice was a little cold. He didn’t look at her and only stared out the window.

Ning Dai walked over to his side with some confusion and reached out to hug him. Mo Chen frowned but didn’t reply.

“Second Brother, what’s wrong?” she asked softly but Mo Chen pushed her hand away forcefully.

“I’m a little tired, I’m going to sleep first.”

“Alright then.”

Ning Dai did not say anything and pushed him to the side of the bed. When she saw him clumsily taking off his shoes and lying down, she pursed her lips and swallowed the words that were about to come out of her mouth.

She had a feeling that Mo Chen had something on his mind.

However, since he did not want to say it, she would not continue asking. The answer that she got through perfunctory meant that he did not mean it. There was no point in listening to it.

“Second Brother, I’ll get you a glass of milk. Drink it before you sleep,” Ning Dai reminded him before turning around to leave, leaving Mo Chen alone in the room.

‘Dai’er, I’m sorry. I can only distance myself from you. You don’t have to be tied to me just to repay my kindness.’

‘I’ll give you your freedom.’