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!

he decided it was futile to comment.

calmly with a fork poised at her mouth, waiting for

“cook.”

just noodles. How different can

waited, she tried to engage Seth in a conversation about work, hoping to glean

and feigned sleep, clearly uninterested.

eventually noticed his

Shaffer, how’s

not dead yetět.” disresponse left her momentarily speechless, and the room

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

corner of her mouth. “Oh… Okay!”

started straining. She quickly stood up

Seth’s medication.

injury was severe. Along with topical treatments,

emerged with the medicine box, flipping through its somewhat

turned to her,

found the instructions tucked inside.

bandages if he had been visiting the hospital? Has he

was lost in thought, Seth started unbuttoning his

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

revealed the injuries on his

large, faintly scabbed

Isabella sensed something amiss. The treatment appeared uneven and rough, not the work of a

first, then apply the medicine.”

Seth responded indifferently.

care, she gently cleaned the wounds with alcohol swabs before meticulously applying various medicines.

remained stoic and did

finished applying the medicine, he hastily put his shirt back on, not waiting

aback by Seth’s