Spencer hadn't called in two days. Nathalia held her phone in her hand, waiting for Spencer to pick up while watching Mrs. Davidson looking at her. No luck again. She couldn't reach him.
"Why are you smiling like that? I don't like the way you are looking at me." Nathalia said plainly to Mrs. Davidson, who was gazing at Nathalia with her eyes wide open.
Thinking that she might be hungry now, Nathalia asked the maid to serve dinner. She had done some research and told the kitchen what to prepare so that it would please Mrs. Davidson's body and mind.
The two sat opposite each other, looking at the food. Without any exchange of words, they both dug in happily. Before Spencer left for the business trip, he had asked Nathalia many times to help take care of his mother. Nathalia didn't want to in the beginning but was composed at the end.
