Caleb Baker squeezed her soft hand, staring at it, then took out a rose with dewdrops from behind and gently placed it next to her computer, "You've lost weight, your wrist is almost all bones."
He slightly puckered his lips, coaxing, "What do you want to eat, I'll learn to make it for you, how does that sound?"
Yvonne Finley slowly leaned in, her hands gently holding his face, her fingertips caressing his chin, "Why are you blaming me when your chin has become even sharper, without a bit of flesh. Has it been due to the stress from the past few days of my emotional instability?"
Before, she probably didn't care about people.
Aloof and emotionally detached from the world.
But, she had to admit.
Although Caleb Baker is younger than her, he is guiding her, step by step, to grow up, leading her to come out of her shell.
How could she not love him?
Upon hearing this.
