After taking a few bites of the fruit, he looked up at me, slightly confused. "What's wrong?"
I shook my head and looked away. I grabbed another fruit. I couldn't just take back the fruit, can I?
Of course, he did not let it go. He raised his eyebrows and asked as if he had just realized, "Did you eat this fruit?"
"Ahem, ahem..." I coughed, choking on my words. Other people would think I was a lunatic.
There was a glass of water on the table. I grabbed it and drank.
He looked at me, eyes dark, and asked, "What's wrong?"
I was not in a good mood and was feeling somewhat depressed. Without holding back my anger, I said directly, "Nothing!"
I seriously suspected that this man had done it on purpose. He pretended not to know what was going on, but in fact, he intentionally did that on purpose!
He nodded, like he didn't take this matter seriously at all.
I took a deep breath and tried to calm down. I turned my attention to the couple in the kitchen.
From the outside, Naomi looked careless and impatient, but she had depths. She was actually good housewife material. She grew up with a silver spoon in her mouth, but she did not put on airs. She was good at cooking. No, not just good. She had mastered the complexity of cooking. She was an excellent cook.
Sebastian was a cold person in nature. The colder someone was, the more he or she actually desired to be loved.
Observing them together, I think they were really a perfect match.
"Sebastian is not your husband. No matter how you pretend to be lonely, it's useless!" Hendrix's voice rang in my ear.
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