"..." His words made Summer Shawcross feel a wave of embarrassment, as she had initially intended to tell him that she wasn't a child and didn't need him to worry so much.
But recalling how she teased him this morning for being like a nagging mother, she swallowed back the words on the tip of her tongue with a shiver.
After a long sigh, she opened her mouth and ate the millet porridge he fed her, enjoying his care with a clear conscience.
Before long, under Noah Drexler's stern gaze, Summer obediently finished the bowl of millet porridge and was compelled by his look to eat two pastries as well.
Her already small appetite was quickly filled.
Noah Drexler put down the empty bowl, and his handsome face finally revealed a hint of satisfaction.
Having eaten and drunk to her fill, Summer leisurely leaned back in her chair and watched the little one playing happily on the lawn for a while before finally turning her head to seriously ask him.
