Two voices sounded at the same time, and I frowned and refused indifferently.
It was May, but I only felt cold all over my body, frustrated and aggrieved.
Aston finally looked at me with his eyebrows furrowed.
"Kyra, don't make trouble. Elise is here without any relatives. She only knows me."
So what?
Despite my opposition, Aston picked up Elise's bag again and eventually brought Elise home.
The nervous and restrained look at Elise all the way showed how much he was afraid that the person in front of him would disappear again.
This was what it was like when he really loved someone...
He would be nervous and uneasy, excited and expectant, very vivid.
He couldn't even pretend to be like this with me.
Elise was loved wherever she went.
When we got home, Aston, who had never cooked before, went into the kitchen for the first time.
At the sight of the table full of mouth-watering dishes, I realized how good his cooking skills were.
Unfortunately, the table full of dishes that should have belonged to me did not have my favorite dish.
"Kyra, try this. It's the best dish Aston makes. It's better than any chef outside."
Compared with Elise's calmness, I was so stiff that I could hardly hold my fork.