NovelEnglishChapter 298 He displayed cooking skills in the late-night tryst.
Queenie looked at Jarvis with teary eyes. He threatened her many times. Anyway, she had no strength to fight back. Anyway, she didn't want to bother. She smiled at Jarvis and said, "Mr. Yates, my life is yours.' However, whenever she wore this hypocritical and flattering smiley face to Jarvis, he would be irritated to the extrby her resistance.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtJarvis didn't speak. For a long time, he put out the cigarette. His finger wiped Queenie's lips hard. Although his voice was light, his words were extremely insulting. "Sometimes I really want to turn your smile into crying." Queenie shivered but didn't resist. She looked straight into Jarvis' eyes.
Jarvis didn't speak, but sneered. Loosening Queenie, he looked out of the window.
Late autumn is approaching, winter is about to come, the weather will be cold. There are many pedestrians on the streets.
Queenie is thinking, this period of imprisonment...when will it be the end? In the second month of Sonia's hospitalization, Dixon often cback in the middle of the night, occasionally going through wind and rain, and meet Sonia who can't sleep in the middle of the night. The wound on her body has healed, and Victor often comforted her, saying that when she's free, she would tattoo a pair of wings on her back to cover the scar.
Sonia has also seen the row of English characters on her waist, but because the fonts are too complicated, she can't see what the typesetting is, and she can only suppress her doubts, thinking that maybe this is the pattern she tattooed when she was fond of non-mainstream culture, That night, when Dixon cback, it was raining heavily outside, and his shoulders were slightly wet. Sonia was practicing cooking. Later, when she saw Dixon coming at late night, she was a little embarrassed. "Mr. Borris, every tyou cfrom the neighboring city..." Dixon looked at the thin back of Sonia and said in a low voice, "Forget about me. You are injured and hospitalized to save me.' Sonia paused and answered a "hmm", wearing a wide hospital gown over there to cook dishes. Other dishes were all black instead of the fried eggs.
"..." Dixon smiled, "this...prison meal is better than this." Sonia blushed. "I just can't cook anyway. If you can cook, then cook!" As a result, Dixon really took the pot. After washing all the remaining ingredients, he began to put them into the pot and stew. The food stewed in a pot smells good and seemed high-class. Then he poured the things directly into the big bowl and said, "Do you want to try it?" Sonia was surprised. "You can cook?" Dixon never lets people know what he knows and what skills he has.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmDixon nodded, and then put the food in front of Sonia. "You eat at night?" Why are you still so thin since you eat at night?
Sonia was a little embarrassed. "I just get up randomly. Taking medicine at noon would makesleepy, so I slept all afternoon and couldn't sleep at night."
"Hmm." Dixon washed chopsticks Sat down and put them on the Sonia's side, and then he sat down pix the small table. "will go to Lenard tomorrow and tell him to get rid of your soothing medicines at noon."
Sonia held the chopsticks, and she didn't know why there was a fear in O her mind. It was as if the man in front of her suddenly changed his temper, and she had to watch out for when she would be fatally hit by him again.
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