She frowned, "Should I eat this myself?"
"Don't be ridiculous!" Dylan King scolded her, "How can you use chopsticks now?"
"But you..." She didn't want him to feed her. It was too...
"Or do you want Tommy to help?" Dylan King sighed, "Emma, you used to take care of him, but now..."
She didn't say anything. Tommy was only four years old. Being able to eat by himself was already impressive. How could he possibly feed her?
As for Mrs. Smith, even less possible.
Suddenly, a shadow flashed in her mind – Robert Thomson.
She remembered that time when her throat was cut, and he personally fed her by hand. He had been gentle, coaxing her, pampering her, holding her in the palm of his hand.
If she hadn't felt his kindness, she wouldn't have fallen deeper and deeper into his tenderness.
However, in the end, she found out that it was just a boring game for him!
