Amin held back the depression in his chest and said with a smile, "Okay, please..."
Before he could finish his words, Wilson's voice covered his. "No, I want another bowl. Give me the rest. He's sick. Give him some milk!"
As he spoke, Wilson had already picked up the pot on the table and poured all the remaining porridge into his bowl.
Not even half a grain of rice was left.
Tina was startled.
How could he be capable of acting arrogantly like a spoiled child.
She looked at Amin awkwardly. "Then how about having some milk and a sandwich? I also made fried eggs with soy sauce!"
Amin nodded. "Alright!"
He had always been a cultured man with a good temper, so he would not bother with all this.
But he couldn't help glancing at the bowl opposite him.
It was just rice porridge, but he was inexplicably envious of Wilson.
After bringing the fried eggs, Tina sat down and ate with them.
Perhaps because Isla was talking happily with her sweet voice, the atmosphere was not that awkward.
However, someone was restless.
Tina and Amin were sitting on one side at the rectangular dining table, while Wilson and Isla were sitting opposite them, enjoying the white porridge in their hands.
When Tina lowered her head to drink the milk, Wilson, who was sitting opposite her, stretched out his feet under the table.
He secretly touched her shin with his tiptoes.
The weather was warm for the time of year, and it was warmer at home. As Tina sat down, the dress on Tina moved up, so her skin below the knees were exposed in the air.
Wilson locked his legs around hers.
Tina secretly glared at him to warn him, but Wilson didn't care. He kept doing whatever he wanted and enjoyed flirting with her.
Amin finally noticed what they were doing under the table.
Although he didn't look down, he roughly guessed what was happening when he noticed that Tina's ears were slowly turning red.
Then he speechlessly turned her face away from them.
He couldn't bear to look at the scene.
Men knew men very well. Wilson knew him very well, and so did he.
Wilson took the initiative to take care of him. However, he took a suitcase here, didn't let him eat the rice porridge, and hit on Tina under the table. All of this was to show Amin that he never really stood a chance to win Tina's heart.
Although Amin was fully aware of that, he still felt bitter and regretful.
Because it was Sunday, they did not go to work. Only Isla was away - the maid had taken her to take after-school lessons.
With the excuse of taking care of Amin, Wilson refused to leave.
When Tina got up and went to the bathroom, Wilson also made an excuse and followed her. Tina went scarlet with embarrassment when they came out, and Wilson satisfactorily held his shoulders with a lazy smile.
No matter how good-tempered Amin was, he could no longer stand it.
He pressed his throbbing temples and surrendered. "President Chin, you'd better go back. You don't have to take care of me. I'm fine and look after myself. I'll ask my secretary to come over. With his help, I don't need to trouble someone else at home!"
Well, he was referring to Tina.
That was exactly what Wilson cared about.
Wilson finally got the promise he wanted. Nevertheless, raising his eyebrows, he shamelessly added, "Well, it seems that I have to accept it. So, take good care of yourself. Also, remember to keep your word!"
In the end, Wilson did not forget to remind him to keep his promise.
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