Avery let them fool around, sat on the sofa, and picked up a book to read.
After a while, she smelled a smell of dishes. When looking up, she saw her mother was sitting at the table. The cold soup has been taken away by the servants, and the fresh dishes were brought out one after another from the kitchen.
Andrew followed them with an apron with a muscle pattern, which didn't violate his evil demeanor. On the contrary, he was more like a prodigal who had changed.
He looked at the living room, met Avery's eyes, and raised his eyebrows slightly. It's obvious that he was very confident in his cooking skills.
Avery did not pay attention to what was on the table, and she didn't care about whether her mother was satisfied or not.
What if her mother was satisfied? What if her mother was not satisfied?
She had only three months of life.
