“Let me remind you, I am simply having a mild bone fracture, there was nothing wrong with me!” Annabelle stared at Alistair and corrected sternly.
Alistair wasn’t interested to argue with her and he simply answered uncaringly, “I don’t see much of a difference!”
“……”
“What do you want to say? Why not you just be honest?” Alistair said.
“If I’m not mistaken, those are meant for me!” Annabelle stared at him and said.
Alistair sat there and chew on his meat. After thinking for a bit, he nodded in agreement, “Yeah, but since you can’t be eating now and we shouldn’t waste food, I had no choice but to help you!” Alistair said.
Right before Annabelle wanted to reply, Alistair remembered something and added, “Oh, you’re welcome!”
“……”
Not only the man ate her food, he made it as if he was doing her a favor!
Annabelle was almost admiring his shamelessness!
Forget it. She wasn’t a glutton. It was just a vex after comparison: she was eating porridge and in the same time he was biting on juicy meat…
She pondered for a moment and she let it slide.
Therefore, she started to eat her porridge.
Actually, Annabelle had always taken a special liking to porridge. Not only that it was healthy, the woman liked it. Whenever she wanted to take supper, she would always make porridge for herself.
After knowing Alistair, she never got the time to cook porridge.
And the two of them remained silent.
There was a weird scene in the ward.
Annabelle sat on the bed eating her porridge, Alistair sat by the side enjoying his Western gracefully.
That scene was just… Odd…
Especially Alistair, he had an exaggerated satisfaction on his face.
Alistair, “…”
Annabelle continued to eat her porridge and it seemed like the most delicious food in the world.
(Whatever happens next, please don’t laugh at president Mu)
“Is it that nice?” Alistair stared at Annabelle and asked.
When Annabelle heard that, she frowned and raised her head, “Alistair, don’t tell me you had never tried porridge!”
“Is it so unbelievable? It looks sticky and wet… How can it be good?” Alistair said that and then stared at the bowl of porridge. The man showed a disdain look on his face.
Annabelle looked at him in disbelief, “you are really a hermit… Porridge is the purest food in the world. It may look sticky and all but that is what makes it so good!” After saying that, Annabelle continued to eat her food.
“Did anyone set a rule that one must eat porridge?” Alistair glared at her in annoyance.
“No!” Annabelle answered and continued with her food.
Alistair stood by her side and watched as she was enjoying herself. He couldn’t help but got closer and asked again, “Is it really that good?” lightnoveldaily.com.
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