“You didn’t make this soup? Who else could it be, then?” Sophie gazed at the other three people there. They were more likely there to eat than to cook, and they weren’t capable of preparing their own meal.

“Tristan purposely learned to do this for you.” Sarah pretended not to fathom Tristan’s warning and directly divulged that information. My foolish little brother genuinely cares about Sophie. Since he had done so much for her, I should tell her about his efforts. Doing this will improve their relationship, so why not?

“What?”

Sophie was truly dumbfounded. Mr. Tristan made this soup? So these three are here because he requested their presence?

He glanced at Sarah. I knew it. She’s not reliable at all.

The soup wasn’t a success. As it was a failed attempt, he didn’t want to let Sophie drink it.

“Really? In that case, I must taste it.” Sophie gazed at Tristan. Knowing he had prepared the soup for her, she was touched by his effort regardless of the soup’s flavor.

She was aware that Tristan had always been unable to accept her tiny meal portions.

Still, there was nothing she could do about that.

That was the most she could eat, and if she consumed more, she would feel uncomfortable as her appetite was genuinely lacking.

Sophie reckoned that was why he wanted to learn cooking.

Of course, she knew what Tristan was thinking about.

He understood her very well, and she also had a good grasp of him.

“Sophie, Uncle Tristan really treats you wholeheartedly, so you must never abandon him no matter what happens in the future. Otherwise, he’ll be brokenhearted.” Ysabelle had never seen Tristan care so much about someone.

Felix nodded in agreement. If Sophie leaves Mr. Tristan, he will surely be devastated. He has fallen head over heels for her.

talking if you aren’t adept at doing so.”

I’m sorry. I picked my words poorly. Still, I sincerely hope

and Ysabelle would only become hindrances if they remained there, so she brought them

and Sophie were the only ones left in

say you prepared this soup for me?” Deeply touched, she regarded him with a hopeful look.

behave more gently before him. She also wished to stay with him forever

caught in a difficult position. Judging by their reaction, the soup I made today must’ve

drink this soup since I didn’t cook it properly.

he

slung her arms around his neck, and kissed him on

hot and passionate

initiative. He reckoned she would be

reciprocated and

indulged themselves in that intimate moment for

so this time,

her slightly swollen lips, he gently rubbed them

Crown.” Before he could master the art of preparing the soup, he would never allow her to have

me drink a little since

forward to trying the soup he prepared for

Tristan frowned.

have a taste? They

problem for having poor taste, then.” How can anything Mr. Tristan make be a failed

girlfriend, so you’ll compliment me regardless of the soup’s flavor.” Especially when she knew he purposely prepared the soup for

all the nonsense? All I want is to drink a bowl of soup. Is that too much

no choice but to

just nice after leaving

drank a few spoonfuls

worth it, looking at her

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