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?"

he still seemed to be spread a layer of honey on his face. When Michelle saw

obediently applied a layer of black sauce on Scott's hand. His

back her laughter. After

not know what she was thinking about? So he replied frankly, "you can laugh as you like. Don't you think that my hands look like a

this, even Scott couldn't help laughing out

crossly, "you naughty boy, how could

didn't say anything. She just looked at his hand, lost 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 she so silly as

Scott did not blame her, otherwise she must be in

he had been fed

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

her home tonight because

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

so comfortable to sleep

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

hand couldn't be touched, she didn't close

lay flat on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. His

hell was this?

if she didn't want him and didn't like him, he was still crazy enough to come back

hurt. He didn't know whether it was a good thing or a bad thing. But it might be a good

slipped

out carefully, afraid of waking up the

the woman sleeping on the sofa. He walked over and then squatted down slowly,

he saw her sleeping. He lowered his head and

lips, so she turned over lazily and continued to sleep. However, Scott was

sleep, he reclined on the sofa and looked at

like a newborn baby, clever

couldn't control himself. How he wished he could hold her

to fall off the sofa. But no matter how hard she tried,

the pain in his hand and covered her with a blanket. Tonight, he was not

as he saw her, he felt warm, full of

Michelle woke up the next morning, she found that Scott was sleeping

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

thing she knew was that he was injured. Scott was in a semi-conscious and half dreamy state. He

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

they finally returned to the room, Michelle was tucking him in, but suddenly she

his chest and the unique smell of his body, Michelle blushed. She struggled to get up,