Moreover, it was for a man like Robert Thomson, who grew up in his uncle and aunt's house with little family warmth from his parents.
"Get up! Let's go for a late-night dinner!"
Robert looked at her beside him, so soft, as if she had no flesh and bones, and couldn't help but feel affectionate.
"Is...isn't this too late?"
"Late-night dinner is, of course, eaten late at night! Besides, you starving yourself like this is even worse for your body." Robert said, weighing her chest and frowning, "You've lost weight since I first met you! Not very satisfying."
Emma Smith hesitated, had she really lost weight in just half a month?
Every day she had to think about how to deal with him and look after him, as well as keep Tommy hidden from him... Losing weight didn't seem so unlikely, huh?
The boss's orders are everything. Having been in the workplace for four years, Emma knew this very well.
"Well, Robert. What do you want to eat?"
Robert blinked, looking at her expectantly.
