"Achoo!" Remembering the twisted expression he had when saying those words, Ella couldn't help but laugh.
Her rice washing paused as she recalled what Mrs. Aiden had said, and her eyes dimmed again.
This might be the last time she cooked for him, right?
Ella's grip on the basket suddenly tightened, she composed herself, hiding the bitterness in her eyes, and briskly prepared dinner.
Collins arrived sooner than she had expected; she had just finished washing the rice and had put it in the pot when he showed up, as if he had been waiting downstairs, just waiting for her to agree to let him come up.
In his arms was a large bunch of red roses, the vibrant flowers under the light, the dew on the petals like crystals, reflecting a breathtaking luster.
"I'll help you," Collins said as he thrust the bunch of roses into her arms and took the initiative to enter the kitchen.
