Nicole picked up a new fork and took a bite.
"This cake is low-fat and low-sugar. It's served in limited quantities and perfect for a late-night snack!"
Clayton smiled. Although it was not that hard to eat, h e had psychological trauma with desserts, so he did not take a second bite.
Nicole did not force him either and soon finished the cake with Lil Michael.
Lil Michael obediently went to bed.
Clayton sent her out the door, and Nicole said goodbye and left.
Suddenly, she forgot that she left her phone behind and turned around to get it.
However, as soon as she went in, she saw Clayton covering his chest and vomiting.
Nicole's face changed as she instantly thought of the dessert earlier.
However, before she could go over, Clayton noticed her. He looked at the phone in her hand and immediately understood.
He smiled and picked up a paper towel. His eyes were still abnormally bloodshot.
"Did I scare you?"
Nicole pursed her lips. Her chest felt like it had been hit by a fist, sinking uncomfortably.
"I'm sorry. I didn’t know that you really couldn't eat dessert."
She had deliberately made him eat it earlier. 'It's all m y fault!’
Clayton was stunned. He smiled and was just about to walk over and explain when he suddenly noticed his state of cleanliness.
"Give me a moment. I'll go wash my face."
He took half a minute to clean up and came out before wiping his face.
When Clayton saw Nicole’s guilt-ridden expression, his smile faded slightly.
"It didn’t have anything to do with you."
Nicole lowered her head. Her eyes were slightly red.
She clearly did not believe him. How could it not have anything to do with her?
"I’m not allergic and I can eat desserts. It's just that... I have a bit of trauma with cake."
His voice was low, but he said it in a relaxed tone.
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