Because of Ace's statement, I briefly smile. He should have told me it was a fake flower because I was terrified.
I'm also embarrassed because I didn't realize it was plastic while holding it a while ago. "You really played me, Ace." Mister handsome chuckles as I mumble.
He extended his hand forwards, and I took it in mine. "Come on, let's go inside." Ace declares, and I agree with him.
He wheeled his wheelchair inside, and I sat in his lap as I had done before. "Do you want me to make you lunch?" Ace shook his head sideways when I asked.
"Hey. Why are you refusing to eat?" I interrogate him. "I'm hungry, but I don't want to tire you out." Ace declares, causing me to sincerely smile at him.
I stroked his cheeks and gently stroked his hair. "Why don't you ask Butler Ben to assist you in freshening up, while I prepare lunch for you?" I proposed.
