“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

“Touch wood. Fine. I’m sorry. I picked my words poorly. Still, I

would only become hindrances if they remained there,

the only ones left

little, too, since they all got to taste the soup you made? Didn’t Sarah say you prepared this soup

couldn’t help but behave more gently before him. She also wished to stay with

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

soup since I didn’t cook it properly. I’ll prepare some for you

he provided

him, slung her arms around his neck, and kissed him on the

was a hot

He reckoned she would be dispirited if he

and deepened

in that intimate moment for a long

to breathe during a kiss, so this time, she

lips, he

he could master

drink a little since you’ve

to trying the soup he prepared for

Tristan frowned.

to have a taste? They told me the soup

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

that because you’re my girlfriend, so you’ll compliment me regardless of the soup’s flavor.” Especially when she knew he

to drink a bowl of soup. Is that

her determination, he had no choice but to serve her a

of the soup was just nice after leaving

a few spoonfuls

his effort was worth it, looking at her

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