Laura pouted and said, "Mom, there are bad people out there, and we will inevitably meet some. Luckily he's been caught. It won't happen again. And this is nobody's fault."
Fannie breathed a sigh of relief.
Laura told her some dos and don'ts for signing the divorce papers before hanging up.
Max came back at 9 in the evening.
Laura had just seen off Nicole who brought some stuff over. Before she entered the house, she saw a familiar car coming into her sight.
She stood there until the car stopped. A shadow of a smile touched her lips.
Max got out of the car, along with Jim.
Jim brought a suitcase over.
Max explained "Nicole said that this belongs to you and it was too much for her to carry, so I ask Jim to bring it here. You wanna take a look?"
Laura's eyes fell on the suitcase and he recognized it as the one she used most often.
She pouted and asked, "You want me to actually live here?"
Max laughed.
When Jim carried the boxes in, Max put his arms around Laura's waist. He said, as they went in, "Where else would you wanna live?"
Laura paused.
She wondered how he could see through her.
After Jim finished his work, he left the villa.
Seeing how tired Max looked, Laura didn't ask him if she could live in her own apartment, though she really wanted to know.
Then she asked with concern, "have you eaten yet?"
Max looked at her and said gently, "no."
"How about some noodles?"
"Sure."
He didn't refuse, with his face alight with happiness.
He looked at her as if she were a rare treasure.
Laura was a little overwhelmed by his staring, wondering what he was thinking.
But she didn't dwell on it and went straight into the kitchen.
Fortunately, there were plenty of ingredients in the house, which made it easier for her to cook.
Soon she made a bowl of noodles.
Max took a shower upstairs while Laura was cooking.
When he came downstairs, the noodles with various vegetables on top were already on the table. It looked very appetizing with a nice aroma filling up the air.
He sat down and smiled, "Looks like you've made some progress in cooking!"
His words reminded Laura of the spicy noodles she made for him last time.
Her face felt hot suddenly.
Without another word, Max picked up a fork and began to eat.
Laura asked nervously, "How is it?"
Unexpectedly, he frowned.
There was a knot of tension in her stomach.
To be honest, although she could cook, the last time she cooked properly was a long time ago.
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