He is good at cooking, but he seldom takes the initiative to cook for me. If he had said he would cook for me in the past, I'll feel moved and happy.
Unfortunately, when I survived the accident, I already felt that I was committing slow suicide by wasting my energy on love.
He thought of it as a great honor, but I just regarded it as our final farewell meal.
I did eat so much takeout in the hospital these few days. Louis is good at cooking, and I also don’t want to hurt my stomach.
"OK."
After we discuss it, Louis hung up the phone immediately without saying anything more.
He cooked at least five or six dishes. So I simply ate some fruit for lunch and waited for him to come home and cook dinner.
But I waited until late at night and he didn't come back or even call me.
I was starving, so I ordered a takeout.
Because of the heavy rain, the takeaway took an hour to arrive.
I was eating takeout and opened my Moments out of habit.
The latest one is from Michelle.
The pictures all show that Louis taking care of the dog with a broken bone from different angles, with an incredibly gentle expression on his face.