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?"

was, he still seemed to be spread a layer of honey on his face. When Michelle saw Scott frown, she knew that

"aged ginger is more pungent." Michelle didn't go against her mother's words and obediently applied a layer of black sauce on

that, Michelle tried hard to hold back her laughter. After all, he was her boss

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

this, even Scott couldn't help laughing out

crossly, "you naughty boy, how

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

blame her, otherwise she must

he had been fed by Michelle. Yes, it was

this. Under

tonight because of his injured hands.

sleep in the living room because she knew that her sleeping posture was not good

it was so comfortable to sleep

taking a shower. Obviously he felt uncomfortable. He turned over and over

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

the ceiling. His mind was complicated, almost in a mess.

hell was

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

it was a good thing or a bad thing. But it might be a good thing

dark, Scott got up and slipped

wore his slippers and went out carefully, afraid of

the window, he could see the woman sleeping on

was the first time he saw her sleeping. He lowered his

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

on the sofa and looked at her. He seemed to have

was sleeping quietly like a newborn baby, clever

indeed couldn't control himself. How he wished he could

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

endured the pain in his hand and covered her with a blanket. Tonight,

long as he saw her, he felt warm, full

next morning, she found that Scott was

a sudden, and then hurriedly got up from the sofa and said, "Boss, why are you sleeping here? Go back to your room and have a rest. Let me

thing she knew was that he was injured. Scott was in a semi-conscious and half dreamy state. He walked in a zigzag way, as if he was

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

returned to the room, Michelle was tucking him in,

pressed against his chest and the unique smell of his body, Michelle blushed. She struggled to