“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.

our future? Stop talking if you aren’t adept at doing so.” Tristan was displeased

words poorly. Still, I sincerely hope you two will always stay together

Felix and Ysabelle would only become hindrances if they remained there,

the only ones left

this soup for me?” Deeply touched, she regarded him with a hopeful

but behave more gently before him. She

caught in a difficult position. Judging by their reaction, the soup I made today must’ve been a failed product. In that case, how can I

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

make sure that he provided her the best of

walked up to him, slung her arms around his neck, and kissed

was a hot and

fervent initiative. He reckoned she would be dispirited if he

he reciprocated and deepened

themselves in that intimate moment for

breathe during a kiss, so this time, she could adapt to the situation no matter

lips, he gently rubbed

Before he could master the art of preparing the soup, he

little

to trying

Tristan frowned.

sure you want to have a taste? They told me the

for having poor taste, then.” How can anything Mr. Tristan

regardless of the soup’s flavor.” Especially when she knew he purposely prepared the soup

All I want is to drink a bowl of

he had no choice but to serve her a

the soup was just nice after leaving it to cool

drank a few spoonfuls of the

it, looking at her savoring the

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