“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

I’m sorry. I picked my words poorly. Still, I sincerely hope you two will always stay

only become hindrances if they

Sophie were the only ones left in the

soup for me?” Deeply touched, she

but behave more gently before him. She

their reaction, the soup I made today must’ve been a failed product. In that

not drink this soup since I didn’t cook it properly. I’ll prepare some for you next time,”

that he provided her

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

hot

no way he could refuse her fervent initiative. He reckoned she

he reciprocated and deepened the

that intimate moment for a

so this time, she could adapt to the situation no matter how

her slightly swollen lips, he gently rubbed them with his

Before he could master the

me drink a little since you’ve already made

to trying the soup

Tristan frowned.

sure you want to have a taste? They told me the soup today is not that

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

girlfriend, so you’ll compliment me regardless of the soup’s flavor.” Especially

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

but

nice after leaving it to

a few spoonfuls

it, looking at her

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