By the time Sean snapped out of his daze, he saw w that the tray table in front of him was already filled with a te of sautéed greens, tender poached beef, fluffy white rice<b>, </b><b>and </b>a bowl of homemade soup
“You made all this?” he asked with a soft smile. “What kind of soup is it?”
“Chicken soup, “Charlotte said, picking up the bowl and gently blowing on a <b>spoonful </b>before holding it to his lips. <b>“</b>Try it.”
Sean lowered his eyes with a smile, but suddenly his expression Froze.
“What happened to your hand?”
There was a small blister on Charlotte’s index finger. She
tried
to hide it, <b>but </b>it was toote.
um identally bumed <b>myself </b>while cooking. It’s nothing, just a little bilster.”
Sean’s eyes <b>reddened</b>. “Does it hurt?”
Charlotte shook her head. “It doesn’t”
After sipping the soup, Sean gently took her wrist and lowered his head to blow softly on the burn.
Then he <b>looked </b>up, his gaze full of concern. “Don’t lie. Burns always hurt.
Charlotte’s eyes stung “It really doesn’t. Compared to what you went through, this is nothing.”
Sean gently pinched her cheek. “Even the tiniest hurt on you makes <b>my </b>heart ache.”
Charlotte bit her lip, blinking fast. Her voice turned soft and sweet. “Seam
Her <b>voice </b>was all breath <b>and </b>sugar, and Sean melted on the spot. He pulled her closer and dissed her forehead<b>, </b>then her flushed cheek, and finally her lips.
Her ears burned. Her heart fluttered like it was dipped in honey
After a moment, Charlotte pressed her <b>hands </b>against <b>his </b>chest <b>and </b>pulled back slightly. “<b>You </b>should eat before it gets cold.”
Sean <b>raised </b><b>a </b>brow, his voice trasing “okay, <b>And </b>after eat, cant kiss you <b>again</b>?”
Charlotte let out <b>a </b>soft huff and looked away, ignoring his yful tone.
<b>Scan </b>took <b>a </b>bite of the vegetables.
Nervously, Charlotte asked, “How is it? Does it taste okay?”
<b>With </b><b>a </b>glint of mischief in liye, Seam replied, “It’s delicious. <b>You </b>know they say the way to someone’s heart is through their stomach. Are you trying to win me over one bite at a time?”
Charlotte puffed her cheeks and feigned <b>a </b>re. “So It I don’t win over your stomach, I can’t win your heart?
Sean chucked and gave her cheek another pinch. “Are you kidding<b>? </b><b>You </b>just have to stand there and smile. I’m already yours.”
Curlette let out a soft “lungli,” but the joy in her eyes gave her away.
Sean <b>finished </b>everything–every bite, even the <b>soup</b>.
Afterwards, he leaned back to rest white Curlotte tidied up the table and began packing up the dishes.
“I can get a parse of the housekeeper to take care of that,“Sean offered.
durlotte shook her head. “It’s no trouble
Sean’s voice dropped <b>a </b>bit, touched with emotion. “When did you learn to cook?”
Curette had always been the pampered type–raised with care, never needing to lift a finger for things like <b>cooking </b>or cleaning
*Just in the pas<ul><li>past few days,” she replied.</li></ul>
Before Sean could ask more, the hospital room door opened and a group of people walked in.
Latian entered first, holding a food container “Sean, Mom brought you some lunch
Behind her weren, Mia, and a nurse.
<b>When </b>her eyesnded on Charlotte, Willian smiled. “Oh, durlotte, you’re here <b>too</b>! Did <b>you </b><b>eat </b><b>already</b>? Couse jodijus – we brought plenty **
Charlotte smiled politely. “Thank you, Mrs. Jasper, but I jasi ate
Seanched right away, “1 Just are too
Lillian blinked, then nced <b>down </b>and noticed the thermal <b>food </b>container in Charlotte’s hand. “You <b>brought </b>lunch for Sean?”