"Thank you." Tara Summer felt awkward, originally she only wanted to get him out of the way, asking him to go to the kitchen and give orders to the chef. She didn't expect him to cook for her personally.
With reddened eyes, she watched George Summer walk out and stared at the tightly closed door in a daze.
"Tara Summer..."
"Enough!" Walter Schmidt wanted to say something, but she cut him off, her voice cold, "From now on, even if I see him again, I won't be affected in the slightest!"
Indeed, she could even greet him with a smile without feeling heartache or sadness anymore.
Because, people have to grow up.
"Really?" Walter Schmidt chuckled, looking at her with an inscrutable gaze, his tone is also profound, "I hope you can do it..."
Tara Summer felt a little guilty under his gaze, but she looked at him head-on, her eyes not dodging, until Walter Schmidt looked away.
