Chapter 33

　　My son was ill for a few days so Xavier and I took care of him. I was responsible for taking care of my son, scrubbing the body and feeding him, while Xavier was responsible for playing with him when he was crying. 　　I was tired but he was even more tired than me, he didn't even have time to breathe. 　　A few days later, the chickenpox on my son's body had scabbed, the itching had stopped and so was the crying. We were finally able to breathe a sigh of relief. 　　Today, my son instantly fell asleep after drinking milk. I was about to take a bath when my stomach rumbled. 　　I blushed. 　　Xavier heard this, and said, “I'll get you something to eat.” 　　I looked at the gloomy sky outside. “It's already late, nothing’s open now.” 　　“I said there is, just wait here and eat,” Xavier said as he smiled triumphantly and blinked slyly. 　　I didn't think that Xavier would cook. He was busy working in the kitchen, and soon enough, two bowls of be