Peter Aria hesitated, realizing that as a grown man, it would indeed be inconvenient to take care of a young girl, so he handed the bowl to her.
Peter Aria called out to Brixton Alvarez, "Come out with me."
Brixton Alvarez waved to Aubree Groove with a smile and followed him out.
"Miss, I heard that Doctor Aria never shows a pleasant face to any other woman, but he is exceptionally gentle to you and even personally takes care of you; does he like you?"
As she spoke, she spooned up a scoop of porridge and handed it to Aubree Groove's mouth.
Aubree Groove frowned, "Don't talk nonsense."
Dallyn playfully stuck out her tongue, "Miss, with your looks, talents, and virtues, who knows what kind of man could be worthy of you in the future?"
Dallyn's answer was, none.
No man would be worthy.
"What about Anton Cook?" Aubree Groove changed the subject, not wanting to linger too much on the topic of Peter Aria.
