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?"

broke into Scott's heart. No matter how painful he was, he still seemed to be spread a layer of

"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

her laughter.

what she was thinking about? So he replied frankly, "you can laugh as you like. Don't you

Scott couldn't help

said crossly, "you naughty boy,

In fact, Scott was injured, it was her fault partly. If only she had insisted on

otherwise she must be in

were having dinner, Scott's hand was inconvenient, so he had been fed by Michelle. Yes,

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

stayed at her home tonight because of his injured

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

so comfortable to sleep

turned over and over but couldn't fall asleep. The

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

staring blankly at the ceiling. His mind

the hell was this?

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

would get hurt. He didn't know whether it was a good thing or a bad thing.

the dark, Scott got up and slipped down the bed with

his slippers and went out carefully, afraid of waking up the family.

outside the window, he could see the woman sleeping on the sofa. He

time he saw her sleeping. He lowered

her sleep, Michelle felt uncomfortable to her lips, so she turned over lazily and continued to sleep. However, Scott was still squatting

no intention to go back to sleep, he reclined on the sofa and looked at

was sleeping quietly like a newborn baby, clever and lovely.

himself. How he wished he could hold her in his

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

and covered her with a blanket. Tonight, he was not sleepy

as he saw her, he felt warm, full

that Scott was sleeping on the corner of

eyes wide all of a sudden, and then hurriedly got up from the sofa and said, "Boss, why are

know how long Scott had 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

little difficult for her to push him away, so that they could not fall to

returned to the room, Michelle was tucking him

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 her.