"Well... In fact, I I can do it myself... "
Elliott Mo took Sherri Leng to a quiet restaurant. When all the dishes arrived at the table, he took her plate naturally, had the steak cut into small pieces without saying a word, and then forked it up feeding into her mouth.
With a flash of panic in her eyes, Sherri leaned back onto the back of the chair. Her face flushed again and said it quickly.
Elliott sighed slightly. He looked at her helplessly and finally said: "You are afraid of me."
It was not a question, nor a doubt, but a statement.
When Sherri met his eyes, they were still so deep that no one could see through them clearly. She pursed her lips and answered his question, "I just... I'm just not used to it... "
Even when she was with Zion An, the two of them had never been so close. Especially when she had been studying abroad in the past few years. The chances of them meeting up together got less and less over time, let alone any intimate gestures.
Thinking of this, a tinge of self-mockery flashed through Sherri's eyes. She seemed to understand why Zion could cheat on her without any hesitation. After all, it's all because she had never given him anything that a girlfriend should have. She would not act coquettishly, beg for mercy, or show her fragility, none of these she ever does.
"You'll have to get used to your identity as soon as possible, Mrs. Mo."
Putting down his fork, Elliott stared at Sherri and said it.
It was not until then that Sherri realized that she's no longer just Sherri Leng. She had married this man, and now a wife.
Elliott picked up the fork again and fed the beef into her mouth. This time, Sherri opened her mouth hesitantly, but both her cheeks and ears were covered in redness, selling out her emotions.
"Have some soup." Seeing Sherri eating in a hurry, Elliott stood up and sat beside her. He scooped up a bowl of soup which he held in his hand. Then he spooned a spoonful of soup and went to feed her.
Sherri felt her ears burning and her eyelids seem to be burning on fire so much that she didn't know where to put them.
"Than... Thank you... "
She said those words intermittently and drank the soup. Perhaps it was because she was nervous or because the soup was a little hot, Sherri got choked and coughed acutely.
Elliott's face changed. He quickly took the cold water and poured it into her mouth while patting her on the back with a frown. He didn't expect that this proud and decisive girl would have such a panic side, that she would be nervous and at a loss as well like others.
After coughing for a long time, Sherri finally came to her senses. Her face turned red and her tears were coughing out. With a slight sigh, Elliott wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes with his finger pulps. The sudden cold touch felt by her made her want to move away from it reflexively. However, the back side of her head was suddenly held still by Elliott. The two of them stared at each other, and Sherri's eyes dodged.
"As I said, you'll have to get used to your identity, Mrs. Mo."
Elliott frowned slightly. This time, his voice was full of helplessness that could even be sensed by Sherri.
"I'm sorry..."
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