His Beloved Mate

Chapter 48 The Tenderness Was Just An Illusion

Cassie reached out her hand under her nose and touched it. Then she saw the blood.

Shit! She really had a nosebleed!

Seeing her like this, Dylan frowned.

Cassie pushed Dylan away and explained incoherently, "I... I am not. Don't get me wrong!"

What's the meaning? Should he thought she was playing cat and mouse?

Seeing her like this, Dylan smiled cunningly and said, "Mrs. Dylan, if you are really interested in it, I can

give you a chance to get close to it."

She has told him that it's not because she saw his abdominal muscles bleeding. But why does she feel

that the more she explain, the more confused she become?!

Cassie suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, and nosebleed was still flowing. She took out the paper

towel from the tea table with a sad face and kept wiping it.

Belle cooked the noodles and sent it into the room. "Cassie, I'm done."

Dylan walked to her and sat down next to her. Without a word, he took off the rubber band from her

hair, tied her fingers and ordered, "Raise your head."

Knowing what he meant, Cassie raised her head obediently.

Belle looked at the situation in the room and was confused. She asked with concern, "What's wrong

with you, Cassie?"

Cassie scratched her back and said, "It's okay. Maybe it's because the weather is too dry recently."

When Dylan was done, there were already a lot of tissues with blood in the trash can. He stared at her

face under the light for a long time and finally found something wrong.

"Are you allergic?"

Cassie shook his head, "What allergy? I'm healthy!"

With a darkened face, Dylan pushed her into the bathroom. Leaning against the door frame, Dylan

sighed, "Look."

Cassie was startled by herself in the mirror, and a red rash appeared on her face.

"Ah!"

Cassie put on a long face and said, "I'm screwed. I'm going to die. The peerless beauty has been

disfigured!"

Seeing how excited she was, Dylan calmly told Belle, "Belle, call Leon and tell him to come here."

Belle nodded, "Yes."

Belle put the cooked noodles on the tea table and said, "Remember to eat it."

Dylan pulled Cassie outside, "Don't cry. The more you cry, the uglier you will be."

With tears in her eyes, Cassie looked at him and asked, "Am I ugly now?"

Dylan's tone softened a little. He looked at her and took some tissue to wipe her tears. "It's not ugly if

you don't cry."

Cassie stopped crying, "Then... Then I won't cry."

She was so beautiful that she couldn't die!

After thinking for a while, Dylan asked, "Did you eat something you shouldn't eat?"

After thinking for a while, Cassie came to her senses. Holding back her laughter, she looked at Dylan

and said, "Maybe it's the mango I ate at Mrs. Carla's house..."

"... You are three years old? Are you allergic to mangoes?"

The tenderness was just an illusion, and Cassie rolled her eyes in the bottom of her heart. She pursed

her lips and retorted, "I was not allergic to mangoes before! How did I know I was allergic all of a

sudden?"

Dylan didn't say anything.

There was a rash on her face and it was itchy. "My face is itchy." she complained, looking at Dylan with

tears in her eyes.

Dylan asked Carter to bring ice water for them. He soaked the towel in ice water for a long time before

it was wrung dry. Then he picked it up and applied it on Cassie's face.

Cassie took a deep breath subconsciously, and her eyes were suddenly attracted. Dylan's hands were

beautiful, with distinct and slender bones.

Her eyes were shining, "Hey, capitalist, your hands are so beautiful!"

Dylan asked her: "... I'm not good-looking?"

Cassie raised her eyebrows and smiled, "Now I find that you are so narcissistic."

Dylan's face darkened and he let go of her. The towel almost fell down. Fortunately, Cassie caught it.

"You are not happy to say something about you."

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Half an hour later, Leon arrived at the West Mountain Linyu.

He examined Cassie carefully and Dylan asked Leon, "How is it going?"

Leon replied with a smile, "It's not a big problem. She will be fine after two days of infusion. Pay

attention to her diet."

"Thank you." said Cassie with a smile.

Leon shook his head and said, "You're welcome. Don't eat mangoes anymore."

Cassie nodded obediently, "I know." This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

The lights in the room were on, and Carter sent Leon out. With a pillow on the back of Cassie's hand,

her stomach suddenly rumbled.

Dylan turned around and frowned at her. "You haven't eaten yet?"

Cassie stuck out her tongue and said, "I was busy with icing. I didn't have time to eat."

Dylan saw that the noodles on the table had been cold for a long time. He looked at Cassie with his

hands on his hips. After a long time, he said, "Wait for me."

A trace of surprise flashed through Cassie's eyes. "You are... Do you want to make me midnight

snack?"

Dylan squinted at her and said, "Forget it if you don't want to."

Cassie said quickly, "No, I didn't."

Although the capitalist liked to mock her, the food he cooked was really delicious. She wouldn't be so

stupid as to be against delicious food.

With a flattering smile, Cassie said, "Then I'll wait for you."

"..."

Looking at her in disgust, Dylan turned around and went downstairs.

-

The injection in her left hand didn't mean that she couldn't play anymore. Her right hand was still empty.

She posted on her WeChat moments, saying "This is the first time that I'm allergic to mangoes. Say

bye to mangoes.".

Dad: Why are you allergic to mangoes? Take care of yourself.

Grandma: Didn't Dylan take good care of you?

Flora: I feel sorry for you.

The audience was still browsing the news. On a whim, Cassie clicked the comment area of the new

book.

One of the comments, whose nickname was King, caught her attention.

"The portrait is not clear enough. There are many wrong marks. However, the whole article was not

finished yet, and I look forward to reversal. It's very likely that Jacob He is a villain."

Cassie looked at the comment full of doubts, and some audience had refuted it for her.

Sweet and soft: I think Jacob He is very gentle. We are here to watch the plot. Don't take it too

seriously.

Cassie was surprised that King was so attentive to the plot. Although some people had doubted Jacob

He's identity before, but there were many contradictory points. King could tell it at a glance.

The dinner was ready soon. Dylan put it on the table. Cassie craned her neck and looked at the night

snack he made curiously.

There was a bowl of noodles with shredded pork and a bowl of sugar and pear soup. Was it because

she just had a nosebleed that he cooked a bowl of sugar and pear soup?

Dylan picked up a piece of noodles and put it in front of Cassie's mouth. She felt a little embarrassed. "I

can eat by myself."

Narrowing his eyes, Dylan said, "I've only seen you play games when you were ill. Do you still want to

eat noodles with one hand?"