She actually noticed a trace of nervousness in his eyes. If this wasn't a dream, what was it?
"If you didn't ask me to cook, I wouldn't have cut my hand!" Shannon suddenly pulled her hand out of his.
Max stood up with the iodine and band-aid in his hand, then overbearingly pulled her hand towards him and held it, before gently bandaging her wound.
Shannon's heart was in a mess. She really couldn't guess what he was trying to do. Could it be that he felt a little guilty over the baby?
"What should I do with this?" Shannon, who was deep in thought, was pushed aside by Max. With a knife in his hand, he looked at Shannon with a questioning gaze.
She was even more surprised. What was he doing? In the past, he had never stepped into the kitchen.
"There's no need to cook. I've already cooked two dishes that are in the oven and they will be ready soon." Shannon turned around and went to the dining room.
