"Then, here," Stuart pretends to want to open the door. Edie stopped her immediately, "No, stop. Okay, I would sleep on the sofa. I agree,"
Stuart pressed lips, hiding the smile in his eyes,
He held her to their bedroom and took another quilt and pillow for her. After making a bed for her, he walked out of the room.
After about half an hour, he returned back, with two dishes and a bowl of rice.
It smelt really good. And Edie heard her stomach noise.
Edie stared at Stuart, "are you sure these were leftover?"
They really didn't look like leftovers. She thought in silence.
"I never cooked," Stuart said lightly, without throwing an eye on Edie. Then he wiped oil stains on his hands. He still looked really elegant.
Edie still suspected, "But, we didn't have leftover today. Why? How? Besides, the leftovers are bad for your health."
She didn't care about this if she didn't perceive a baby now.
She couldn't let her baby eat leftovers.
