Heather quickly pulled him and whispered, "Hang in there, I'm not hungry. Just endure for these few months, it'll be fine."
George was surprised, but quickly understood.
He hugged her and gave her a kiss on the forehead, "Don't worry, I'll make something low-calorie for you, I guarantee it won't make you fat."
"You're going to cook?"
"Yes."
"You know how to cook?"
"Haha, I've picked up a few tricks from the chef recently. You can try it later."
George led Heather to a small open kitchen, which had obviously just been set up, probably to accommodate George's sudden interest in cooking.
Heather sat at the bar, resting her chin on her hand, watching the man she loved busily moving around inside.
Sometimes, they'd catch each other's eyes, affection flowing freely, sweetness unlimited.
Heather couldn't resist taking pictures of George cooking; she wanted to preserve this memory.
In three months, it's the wedding.
