Healing my disabled husband

Chapter 968 I'Ll Take Care Of It

Chapter 968 I'll Take Care of It

Beata spent the whole night thinking about a name for her new pet. It was her first time having the

naming rights for a small animal, and she wanted to give it a beautiful name. However, no matter how

much she thought about it, Beata kept coming back to Yael's dogs - Number One, Number Two, and

Number Three. Since Beata was planning on keeping her dog at Yael's place, she decided to follow

their hierarchy and choose a name accordingly.

After much consideration, Beata finally made up her mind and named her new pet "Number Four". She

didn't think about its gender last night but now felt guilty that she had given such an unisex name to

such a pretty little girl.

Yael walked over and sat down on the couch next to Beata. "So you've decided on Number Four?" he

asked.

Beata nodded in agreement saying, "Yes I have! What's wrong with that? Don't you like it?"

To be sure, when he chose their names, he did not care whether it was pleasant or not, but that did not

mean that he could ignore Beata's feelings.

Yael hesitated for a moment before replying, "It's not that I don't like it... but maybe you don't need to

follow their names."

Beata furrowed her brow at this comment, "Yael! Are you being sexist? If this were a boy dog, would

you agree with me then?"

Yael rubbed his nose without responding because he knew if this were actually a male dog, then he

might have agreed with Beata.

But that wasn't the point right now; after all, this wasn't even close to being male!

"I don't care what anyone thinks!" exclaimed Beata haughtily. "I love this name so much! You can't

change my mind!"

Yael smiled slightly before conceding defeat, "Alright then... it's your choice."

Beaming with happiness from winning another argument against him, Beata added, "You better help

me take care of Number Four though! I'll be checking every day so if you slack off, I won't be happy!"

As always, Yael complied obediently as Beata left feeling satisfied knowing everything was going

according to plan.

"Okay," Yael agreed readily, and Beata became even happier.

It was at this moment that Beata's stomach growled.

She blushed instantly, staring wide-eyed at Yael, completely flustered.

Yael asked, "What do you want to eat? Should we go out or have someone deliver it?"

With a red face, Beata asked, "Yael, can you cook?"

Yael replied, "I'm okay."

He couldn't eat out every meal since he lived alone. He didn't think his cooking was bad but he wasn't

sure if Beata would like it.

Beata said casually, "Since you can cook, why go out to eat? Just make something for me. Plus I want

to play with them and don't feel like going out."

Yael nodded and stood up heading towards the kitchen.

Beata also stood up holding Number Four in her arms while being followed by the three other dogs.

They all walked together with Yael towards the refrigerator.

Yael opened the fridge asking,"What do you want to eat?"

Looking inside at all of the ingredients stocked up in there, she confirmed that Yael should be able to

cook well enough for her taste buds' satisfaction.

A person who couldn't cook wouldn't have their fridge filled with food items like this after all!

Thinking about it, she said, "I had rice for lunch so I'd like spaghetti tonight. Cook whatever ingredients

are available. I'm not picky."

Upon hearing this statement from Beata, Yael looked meaningfully at her as if trying to understand

something more about what she meant by not being picky when it came down to food choices.

For someone who only ate what they liked and refused anything they didn't enjoy eating, this statement

seemed absurd coming from Beata's mouth!

Of course, she wouldn't touch anything she disliked but if there was something she enjoyed eating yet

cooked poorly, she still wouldn't touch it either!

If she were in a good mood, then maybe nothing would happen, but if one caught her on a bad day, the

person cooking might end up regretting ever stepping into the kitchen!

Now here was Beata telling Yael that she wasn't picky when it came down to food choices.

This made Yael realize that perhaps there might be more than met the eye between him and Beata.

Because of his realization, Yael said, "Alright, I'll take care of dinner. You go play." Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Beata nodded obediently before taking herself along with all four dogs back over towards where they

were sitting on couch earlier.

The sound of clanging pots and pans echoed from the kitchen. Beata was no chef, so she rarely

ventured into that room unless absolutely necessary. But now, as she fed the dogs some jerky, she

couldn't help but wonder what Yael was cooking up for her to eat.