"How come I can't escape the fate of cooking for you even after ending up here?" she complained with a smile, her heart sweet as honey.
Poor Mrs. Hamilton, she truly is unique, being bossed around by him.
He had just claimed gloriously that he was staying to take care of her...
Sofia smiled as she fixed her gaze on him, "You said you were going to take care of me..."
He smiled and kissed her cheek, saying in a rich, magnetic voice, "I'll take care of you in a bit."
As it turned out, a kiss really was effective.
At least, it made her heart feel sweet.
"I don't mind cooking for you, but you have to stay and help me."
"No problem."
His agreement was quick, but soon, he was more of a hindrance than a help.
He wasn't there to help at all, but to cause trouble.
One moment he was hugging her, the next he was stealing a kiss under the guise of helping her tie her hair.
Sofia could only push him away, "You can do anything you want, just stay away from here."
