Telling Lies, loving you

"Don't catch a cold." Scott put his hand down and said.

"I'm going to cook the dinner. Boss, you can wait in the living room. It will be ready soon." She came back early today. Apparently, her mother didn't prepare any food but only cooked some rice.

She put the food she bought in the refrigerator and prepared some food to the kitchen.

Standing outside the kitchen for a while, Scott heard the sound from inside and lifted the corners of his mouth.

It had been a long time since he had her cooking last time, and he missed it so much. He had a bad habit, that was, he couldn't get used to street stalls. Or maybe he was allergic to oil, which made him allergic to anything he ate outside.

Since the dishes were cooked by herself, it was rather clean.

But that also depended on who was the cook. If the cook was not Olivia or Michelle, it would be difficult for Scott to swallow it.

He didn't leave but stood there quietly, watching the busy figure in the kitchen.

The kitchen door was transparent, so people outside could see the people inside clearly, and people inside could also see the people outside. Apparently, Michelle was too busy to see the people outside, she kept her head down all the time.

After she got the dishes ready, she was going to put them on the pan and start cooking.

Scott looked at her longingly, and he even didn't know the procedures of cooking. He had never known that she could be so busy when she cooked alone.

"Ah, so hot!"

The kitchen door was pushed open. Michelle took out the soup that had been cooked by her. Scott looked as if he was going to bring the soup.

"Boss, be careful! It's burning!"

As soon as she finished her words, however, Scott was burned. The soup in her hand was also poured to the ground, and the porcelain with the soup was smashed.

Hearing the sound, Olivia quickly came out of the bedroom. After seeing the situation over there, she asked anxiously, "what's wrong?"

Without saying anything, Michelle just stared at Scott's burned hand.

"Go to the kitchen and pour some sauce after washing it with cold water." Olivia knew it was inconvenient for her to do so, so she had to inform her daughter.

Not daring to neglect, Michelle grabbed Scott's arm and rushed into the kitchen.

She turned on the tap and carefully washed the injured hand for Scott. "How's it? Does it still hurt?"

be spread a layer of honey

goes, "aged ginger is more pungent." Michelle didn't go against her mother's words and obediently applied a layer of black sauce on Scott's hand. His hand seemed to have

her laughter. After all, he

Scott not know what she was thinking about? So he replied frankly, "you can laugh as you like.

this, even Scott couldn't

"you naughty boy,

in thought. In fact, Scott was injured, it was her fault partly. If only she had insisted on her idea at the beginning. Why was

Scott did not blame her, otherwise she must be

so he had been

She was the one who made him like this. Under this situation, he at least needed to rest for a

tonight because of his

bed set for him. While she chose to sleep in the living room because she knew that her sleeping posture was not good enough. She didn't want to

comfortable

without taking a shower. Obviously he felt uncomfortable. He turned over and over but couldn't fall asleep. The pain in his palm

of the bedroom was ajar. Considering that his hand couldn't be touched,

bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. His mind was

the hell was

missed her so much that he wanted to see her crazily? Even if she didn't want him and didn't like him, he was

whether it was a good thing or a

and slipped down

his slippers and went out carefully, afraid

he could see the woman sleeping on the sofa. He walked over and then squatted

he saw her sleeping. He lowered his head

her lips, so she turned over lazily and continued to sleep. However, Scott was still squatting there, laughing

to go back to sleep, he reclined on the sofa and looked at her.

quietly like a newborn baby,

How he wished he could hold her

She couldn't help but pull the blanket that was about to fall off the sofa. But no matter how hard she

in his hand and covered her with a blanket. Tonight, he

he felt warm, full of energy.

she found that Scott was sleeping on the

from the sofa and said, "Boss, why are you sleeping here? Go

stayed here, and the only thing she knew was that he was injured. Scott was in a semi-conscious and half dreamy state. He walked in

a little difficult for her to push him away, so that they

him in,

against his chest and the unique smell of his body, Michelle blushed. She struggled to get up, but the more she struggled, the tighter Scott held