She licked her lips. “Shall we split it amongst ourselves? You’ll eat the sausages, and I’ll drink the soup.”
Evan shot a glance at her before he silently took the bowl of soup. Pulling it toward him, he pushed the sausages over to Nicole.
He then ordered, “Eat.”
Nicole was stupefied. They had only just made up yesterday, but he was now fighting with her over a bowl of soup.
Shouldn’t he be giving me the soup without a word?
I was too rash yesterday. If I had known that he would be such a baddie today, I wouldn’t have relented so easily yesterday. I should have dragged it on.
Perhaps I should interview him; I should ask him what he feels, about stealing a bowl of soup from an injured woman.
She hung her head and stared at the sausages. Just as she was about to complain, the bowl of soup returned to her line of sight.
“It’s not that hot anymore. However, please be careful when you drink it.”
Nicole was stunned into a momentary silence.
Soon, she snapped her head up to glance at him, feeling touched by his actions.
So he’s making sure that I won’t scald my tongue! I’ve really misjudged him.
An apologetic smile made its way to her lips. “Evan, why don’t you drink a few sips of the soup first?”
Evan looked at her, suddenly inquiring, “What did you say that I would be today?”
Um…
Did I say that out loud? I didn’t, did I?
Nicole shook her head fervently.
“You must have misheard me. I’d said that you were going to be a good man today. The best man!”
Evan was speechless.
Narrowing his eyes, he finally came to learn of something. Maya, who had once called him a “goodie”, must have mostly inherited Nicole’s genes.
“Hurry up and drink it. Otherwise, it’ll turn cold.”
Nicole nodded as she hurriedly drank the soup.
“This is so good! Evan, say, do you think that Maya will be able to cook like this in the future?”
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