Leave Me Alone Mr Shaffer Novel

Seth and Isabella sat before plates of pasta topped with an egg. Seth eyed his plate, showing a hint of surprise.

It actually looks appetizing.

Isabella felt a hint of pride, thinking she could finally overcome her reputation as a

“kitchen disaster.”

He picked up his fork and speared a few strands of pasta, tasting them thoughtfully.

Meanwhile, Isabella did not start eating and covertly observed Seth instead.

The moment the pasta hit his taste buds, a subtle frown creased his forehead.

A wave of worry washed over her, and she tentatively asked, “What’s wrong?”

Visibly struggling to swallow the mouthful, he finally put down his fork. “Are you sure this pasta is cooked?”

Isabella recalled the process of cooking the pasta, feeling a twinge of guilt. She pick up a strand of pasta and broke it open.

The inside was unmistakably raw.

With an awkward chuckle, she reassured Seth. “Give me a moment.”

She then dashed to the kitchen.

He watched as Isabella returned with two small pot lids-one for her plate and one for his.

“Don’t worry. It’ll cook through with a bit of braising.”

Seth could only stare, thinking, This is pasta, not instant noodles!

decided it was futile to comment.

with a fork poised at her mouth, waiting for the pasta

“cook.”

How different can it be?

in a conversation about

eyes and feigned sleep, clearly

noticed his lack

Shaffer, how’s

disresponse left her momentarily speechless, and the room felidikback into silenc casase the tension,

help previously.ly her surprise, Selets sittdenly opened his eyes and indifferently responded, “Okayay.” e stuttered,

the corner of her

her throat started straining. She quickly stood up to

Seth’s medication.

severe. Along with topical treatments, he required a range

medicine box, flipping through

to her, he mentioned, “Jordan

a sound, she found the instructions

Seth need instructions to change his bandages if

Isabella was lost in thought,

inexplicable nervousness. Her eyes involuntarily followe his movements, button by button, until his shirt was

shirt and revealed the injuries on his

faintly scabbed

sensed something amiss. The treatment appeared uneven and rough,

first, then apply the

Seth responded indifferently.

gently cleaned the wounds with alcohol swabs before meticulously applying various

he remained stoic and did not

hastily put his shirt back on, not

Seth’s rush before