"I'll do it," she said calmly as she reached out and took the spoon from his left hand, then scooped up porridge and brought a spoonful to his lips.
Clayton Howard was somewhat stunned by her initiative, and after a brief moment of surprise, he parted his lips and swallowed the porridge she had fed him.
Every one of her careful movements, her curled eyelashes, her fair little face, her earnest demeanor, were deeply etched in his mind. Never before had a woman personally fed him.
At nineteen, after both his parents had died, he left the countryside alone to come to this metropolis. After many difficulties, he was saved by Baron Stuart and thereafter followed him.
After finishing the bowl of porridge, Camila Walker cleaned everything up and prepared to get up and leave.
She glanced at the time and knew she would definitely be late for work if she headed to the company now.
Just then, the cell phone in her bag suddenly rang; the caller ID showed Emily Walker.
