As she stood in the hall, Ernest came out of the kitchen. He carried a dish and wore an apron.

With a gentle smile on his face, he said,

“The food is ready, come and eat.”

Florence looked at him in a daze. She was a little confused about when did Ernest know how to cook.

When he wore the apron, it was not incongruous at all. He was still so charmingly handsome.

Ernest put down his plate, turned around and walked in front of Florence.

He hooked her chin with his index finger and his gaze was aggressive.

“Are you seducing me to eat you first by looking at me like that?”

His eyes were flickered with the fire that she was familiar with.

Florence was flushed. She stepped back shyly, “I’ll eat first.”

After saying that, she hurriedly ran to the dining table and sat down.

There were about ten dishes that she liked on the dining table.

At once, Florence felt that it was mouthwatering and she was very hungry.

She felt that she did not enjoy such a sumptuous meal for long. She was looking forward to eating them.

She immediately picked up her chopsticks and was about to start eating.

But just as the chopsticks were picked up, a broad palm pressed on her small hand.

“Don’t eat in a hurry, feed the baby first.”

Ernest sat beside her. More amazingly, he was holding a little boy of about one year old in his arms.

The face was exquisite as if it was carved. It was more beautiful than a doll.

Florence was stunned, whose child was this?

“Mummy, mummy hugs ...”

The child stretched out his short little hand and directed them towards Florence.

She had a child?

When did this happen?

and hugged

was incredibly

so much that her heart was instantly filled

want to eat

nestled softly in Florence’s arms and his tiny fingers were pointing at the stack of fried meats on the

was also her

colourful and fragrant fried meat and swallowed

are still young, you can’t eat spicy food, how about eating

I want

firmly, opened his big

overlook his capriciousness and look at him

her principles and picked up

came Ernest’s

He’s only one year old, he’s not

look at Ernest’s angry face.

and tried to

sense of responsibility at all,

cold voice interrupted

from before. He even reached out his hands

take the child away now. I don’t want you

he brought the child and walked

tall back was cold and

sharp pain from her

and went after him

abandon me, don’t

door, she did not notice the steps at the doorway and missed

woke up with a

a daze and flickered her eyes for a long time, unable

of her eyes was not the cold ground but a pure white ceiling with flower patterns

everything that had just happened

dissipated. It was only a dream.

was

let out a sigh of relief. She relaxed her nerves and regained her

mind, the scene before she

she had fainted in the snow. She knew how bad her

now she was obviously

did not feel

sat up violently and looked around with an

one-and-a-half metre bed, surrounded by no other furniture, but with beautiful

was the door, but there was no door, instead,

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