The Tycoon's Deepest Repentance (Sophia and Ryan) novel Chapter 237

Chapter 231: A Steamed Fish

Charlotte immediately looked surprised.

Who would have thought that Max would suddenly appear in the kitchen behind her?

Wasn't he supposed to be sleeping?

In an instant, she accidentally touched the man's knee, and with an unsteady stance, her entire body suddenly lost its balance- Just like that, Charlotte stumbled and sat down on Max's lap!

Her arms also unconsciously hooked around his neck.

Disregarding the fact that this was a mistake, the posture of the two of them at that moment could be described as sweet and loving.

"You..." Her eyes widened slightly.

She only felt that the air seemed to be a little warmer around h e r.

Her cheeks also slowly turned scarlet.

Suddenly realizing that the man in front of her was still injured,

she tried to stand up abruptly, a hint of worry flashing across her face. "Did it hurt you? I. am sorry..."

However, Max's long and slender fingers placed a slight downward pressure on Charlotte's arm, preventing her from standing up completely.

"Don't move. Moving might affect my wounds," his thin lips lifted slightly, spitting out such a sentence calmly.

After hearing this, she felt that this sentence was a bit strange.

She did not think too much about it, so she had to sit down again.

Not daring to move once more.

"Then you can't let me sit still for a long time, can you?" Charlotte asked sullenly, her complexion slightly paling.

Max's eyes were deep as he looked at her, so he changed the subject and asked, "I heard Lance say that you'll cook for me personally?"

"That's right." Her eyes curved and she nodded with a smile, then she reached out and pointed at the dishes on the cooking table.

"This is what I am preparing for you. I don't know if you will like them or not..."

He looked at her eyes which seemed to have light that was bright and translucent, deep and beautiful, so that people could not help but sink into them..

"No matter what you do, I'd like it."

Almost unconsciously, Max spat out such a sentence from his thin lips.

His voice was clear and gentle.

"Huh?" Charlotte thought she had heard wrong and opened her eyes wide to look at the man in front of her.

However, as if he was hiding something, Max suddenly averted his eyes and stopped looking at her.

"You seem to be well prepared, so I guess you don't need the help of the servants." The man did not mention what had just happened but said this in a low voice.

The corners of her mouth turned up slightly, and she smiled as she replied, "Of course, I don't need anyone else's help. This is what I am preparing for you, so how can I let anyone else interfere?"

She looked at him with bright eyes, the smile under her eyes shining brightly.

Max froze slightly.

He looked into Charlotte's eyes, which were deep and profound.

She was also looking at him.

The two of them stood facing each other, staring deeply into each other's eyes.

The atmosphere became subtle for a while.

The man's high nose was right in front of her, and his elegant and deep eyebrows were also close by.

Charlotte was in a trance, and her heartbeat could not help but speed up a bit.

Unconsciously, she stood up straight and moved away from Max's lap.

And the man in front of her also moved away.

Eventually, the feeling of being at a loss for words and her heartbeat accelerating more than usual subsided.

Charlotte feigned composure and said, "Did I hurt your leg?"

Max shook his head with a calm expression.

"That's good." She nodded and turned her head to look at the dishes on the cooking table.

"The dishes haven't been cooked yet, so don't be in a hurry.

There's a lot of oil smoke here, so you can go out first." Turning her back to Max, Charlotte scolded in a soft tone.

"Uh-huh," the man replied in a low voice but showed absolutely no signs of leaving.

He stared at her slender and busy back and asked coldly, "Have you ever cooked for anyone in the past?"