My Husband Turned into Garfield Before the Divorce

Chapter 15

Actually, besides visiting Joshua this time, I also came to find him for undead fragments, because of the need for the reversal potion, yes, we haven't researched that damn potion yet.

After thousands of failures, we joked that if we could figure this out in our lifetimes, each of us would get a rosette.

Joshua handed the prepared fragments to me, and said casually: "Actually, the dark power contained in the undead fragments is not as strong as you imagined, and it is very likely that in the later stage, it will not be able to support the entire reversal process. Maybe you can try Try the heart of the dragon."

I stared at him with wide eyes: "Why didn't you say it earlier!"

Joshua scratched his hair innocently: "You can't afford it after all, your boss is so poor that he's almost begging for food."

I wanted to cry but had no tears: "Then why did you say it again now?"

"Aren't you going to get a divorce? Isn't the divorced property enough for you to buy a dragon heart?"

I had no choice but to nod: "Enough..."

Joshua put his arms around my shoulders: "Don't be stingy, when you get the Medal of the Rose, you will feel that all the investment is worthwhile, and when do you plan to divorce? My guest room has been packed, and you are welcome to stay at any time, which can save money. It pays a lot of rent."

Before I could speak, I heard a bang beside me.

In a rage, Adrian smashed the castle of bones that Joshua had built for a long time.

I refused to feed Adrian any food that day. Since he was so full, there was no need to eat any more.

I locked all the canned cat food and small dried fish in the basement in front of him, and put on three magic locks, plus two pots of piranhas.

When he got angry, he ran out of the house, refused to come in, and was on the verge of running away from home.

All the maids in the house ran to coax it, while silently accusing me with their sad eyes-why should I know as much as a cat.

Who are you threatening, if you want to get out, if you have the ability, go find your red-haired princess.

I called all the servants back and locked the door.

At first he still had the strength to act aggressively, scratching the door and meowing. Although I couldn't understand, I felt that the tone was scolding me.

I ignored him, he meowed for a long time, and when I went to bed, he had no energy left.

I looked at the big pie face outside the window, and I didn't know how he climbed up. I was very puzzled and closed the curtains in front of him.

The mattress is soft and the quilt is very warm.

Sleeping until midnight, I felt a gust of cold wind blowing my face.

Then a wet, cold meatball jumped onto the bed and slipped under my covers.

"Get out! Adrian!"

"No, it's raining outside, it's freezing me to death."

"You wet my quilt."

"I'll cover you for a while and do it."

I was so sleepy that I didn't have the extra energy to clean him up, so I had to tolerate a wet, smelly and maybe dirty cat sleeping in my bed.

When I woke up the next day, Adrian was stretched out into a long strip, pillowed on my shoulder, his nose pressed against my neck, and his snort tickled me.

After one night, my anger almost disappeared, and I began to worry whether he was sick after being frozen for half the night.

I touched his ears, which were unusually hot, and his nose was dry too.

"Adrian, wake up, are you sick?"

Adrian opened his eyes in a daze, not fully conscious yet, he stuck out his tongue and licked my hand: "Morning, Egg, are you going to wake up?"

"It's seven o'clock."

He staggered to his feet, then quickly fell down again.

"I'm a little dizzy."

"You have a fever."

"Fever? I said why are you so gentle, I thought I was dreaming."

I felt a little guilty, so I didn't have the nerve to hate him. I was entrusted by someone to take care of him when he was sick.

I informed His Royal Highness the Second Prince, who said that he would find a better veterinarian to come over.

I went to the kitchen to cook a little fish soup, and took his favorite canned chicken.

Adrian refused to get out of bed and ate breakfast on my ass.

"If you want to throw up, make sure you say it, and keep it out of the sheets."

He grunted feebly.

"Are you going to work?"

"I asked for leave, and the doctor will come later."

"Can you hug me for a while, I'm cold."

I leaned against the head of the bed, held him in my arms, and stroked his fur as he instructed.

After a while, there was a gentle grunt in his arms.

"Egg, am I dying?"

"What nonsense are you talking about, it's just a common cold."

"But I feel like I'm dying of happiness, and you're so kind to me, I always feel like I'm a flashback."

"Then I throw you out to sober up?"

"Don't, don't, Egg... Egg..."

"Don't call me nicknames."

He changed his position and rubbed my hand with his forehead—the edge of the pie.

I reluctantly scratched the hair on his forehead.

"Don't you think it sounds nice? It has a very intimate feeling."

I looked at him suspiciously, shouldn't I talk to that red-haired princess?Or did he get confused and admit the wrong person?

"You can also call me Ed." He licked the palm of my hand and signaled to switch sides.

"If you call me Ed, I promise to be obedient."

"Heh, I still remember your promise last time clearly, and the time limit is only half an hour. What about this time, four ten minutes?"

"It's different this time."

"I don't see any difference."

"Oh, just call me Ed, well, trust me again."

I have doubts about his promise, although we have been so close for only a week, it is enough for me to understand that Adrian the Holy Sword is not what I thought, and I have 1 doubts about his promise.

The author has something to say: Is Adrian with wet mud wet garbage or dry garbage?