Nathan cast his eyes down and slightly arched his eyebrow.

Whom was he kidding?

Would there be a retard not dull?

"You..." His palm gently landed on her shoulder, and he patted her in the end.

Simona lifted her face, and her clear, big eyes met those of the man.

She blinked, curled up her mouth, and smiled at him dully.

She was like an innocent child.

Nathan didn't look away, "What did you call me?"

"Hubby."

"Simo, Simona's... hubby."

Simona's eyes glittered, her voice sweet and pleasant.

Facing the glint, Nathan was lost for words.

He felt slightly... guilty.

He put her down on the bed and stood up, "Are you hungry? Do you want anything to eat?"

Simona nodded her head.

She looked up with a hint of ardency in her eyes.

When the man turned away, the smile on her face faded away, and her eyes went dim.

Simona, Simona, don't be so naive.

There was no such thing as good people in this world. There were costs and purpose behind every charity and compassion.

Why did this man save you? Why did he marry you?

Because you were retarded and easy to manipulate. When your value was gone, you would be kicked out.

Even so, she would marry. It was hard to tell who would be exploited!

"Lie down for a while, I'll have it brought over."

Simona got up and grinned, "It... it's okay. I feel much... much better. I'll eat... eat downstairs."

... Simona sized her up but said nothing in the end.

Simona followed the man downstairs.

She walked more and more slowly, stupefied by the brilliant and spacious hall. The chandeliers dazzled her eyes, and a fit of sudden dizziness assaulted her.

The Sams was considered an influential family, and their fortune ranked top 10 in North City, but she had never seen such a luxurious place before.

Absolutely luxurious!

Christ Family?

What did the family do?

In the dining room, a servant served a bowl of noodles. It was water boiled.

Just noodles for her? Not even with a piece of vegetable?

A flicker of disappointment flashed across Simona's eyes...

Nevertheless, she sat down and picked up the chopsticks.

While she bowed her head to eat the noodles, Nathan's deep voice came over again, "Do you know who I am?"

Simona blinked, "H... hubby."

"Nathan."

"... Hubby."

Nathan's face turned cold.

Never mind.

"Tomorrow, go to a place with me." Said he.

Simona was baffled.

Where? Sam's house?

Noticing her knitted brows, Nathan reassured her, "Don't worry, I won't take you home."

"Follow me, no one will dare to bully you. If they dare to get their hands on you, I will spare none."

Simona pretended that she was emotionally moved, "H... hubby, you cannot re... regret this. Simona will... will marry hubby..."

"I've never gone back on my words, and..."

"Noodle, are the noodles finished?"

... Nathan's eyes froze when he looked at the empty bowl.

This woman...

She was retarded but not that dull.

But her words were illogical.

"Not full yet?"

"Simo... Simona hungry."

... Nathan asked the servant to cook another bowl, and two eggs were added this time.

Until she almost finished her food, he spoke again, "When you're done, come with me to the room. The medicine should be applied to your wounds."