NovelEnglishShe grinned at him.
“Yes! When we were together in the past, you spoiledtoo much and would never allowto do any chores. So, I hardly went into the kitchen. But, I’ve learned how to cook now. I can make a few simple drinks,” she said, winking at him playfully.
“Go on.
Try it.” A woman would becstronger than ever after she beca mother. For Piggy’s sake, Debbie had managed to learn how to cook. She even knew how to make ssimple desserts.
An emotion flashed through Carlos’ eyes, which Debbie clearly missed.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHe had heard her say several times about how he used to spoil her in the past. It seemed to him now that he was indeed deeply in love with this woman three years ago.
He Looked at the drink in his hand. He pulled out the colorful straw in disdain and sipped directly from the glass.
Unlike him, Debbie drank a huge mouthful of the drink through the straw. She didn’t stop until it completely cooled down her body. Her glass was already half empty.
Carlos chuckled under his breath. This woman never cared about her image in front of him. She acted naturally and was always her genuine self. He wondered if that was the reason why he had loved her so dearly before he had lost his memory.
“You don’t like it?” Debbie noticed that he had only taken a single sip. She was a little disheartened.
Carlos shook his head.
“I just don’t like too much sugar.”
His words reminded her that Carlos never Liked sweet foods. How could she have forgotten such an important detail about him? She cursed herself in her mind. ‘I shouldn’t have added the honey, ‘ she thought with a glum look on her face.
Seeing the sadness in her eyes, he added, “But it’s good.”
Debbie waved at him. She took a sip and said, “Don’t try to comfort me.
I know. My bad. I forgot that you don’t like sweet foods.” She walked towards him and reached for his glass.
Realizing that she was trying to take it away, Carlos grabbed her hand.
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His big hand gently wrapped around her small hand. She felt warmth fill her heart from his single touch. She blushed and said in a low voice,
“I will get you swater.”
He squeezed her soft hand lightly.
“No, I’ll drink this.”
Ignoring his tightening grip on her hand, she asked hesitantly, “But, you… Do you really want to drink it?” She didn’t want him to torture himself for her sake.
“Yes.” He nodded simply. Although he didn’t like sugary foods, this was just a glass of fruit tea. He could drink it up.
With a smile, Debbie went back to her chair. She propped her chin in her hands and watched the man get back to his work again. An idea popped up in her head.
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