I anxiously flipped the steak in the pan, hoping that Abigail would step away from me.
However, she watched me intently, showing no intention of leaving.
Forcing a smile, I looked at her and tried to gently persuade her, "Why don't you wait outside? The smoke and grease might leave a smell on your clothes."
Hearing my response, she just chuckled lightly. With a calm expression, she said solemnly, "It's fine. I can stay here with you the whole time. You're willing to endure all this smoke just to cook for me. I can do the same."
Her words filled me with helplessness. Once she had decided on something, there was no talking her out of it.
After I was done cooking the steaks, I carried the dish out and joined Abigail at the dining table. Just as I was about to start eating, she picked up a piece of the steak and held it out by my mouth.
Her gaze was gentle, and a faint smile graced her lips as she said softly, "Here, let me feed you."
I hesitated for a moment before eating the piece of steak she offered. Awkwardly, I smiled and said, "Why don't you try some yourself?"
She showed no intention of eating on her own. Instead, she opened her mouth, and with a playful smile, said, "I want you to feed me."
Her tone was so affectionate, almost teasing, that I felt disoriented.
For a brief moment, I was transported back to the past, to a time when we were still in love.
However, in the present, I felt none of those feelings. Looking at her, I replied softly, "Why don't you eat it yourself? I'm not used to doing this."
"Oh?" She looked at me, raised her eyebrow, and suddenly started smiling.
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