NovelStart“Boohoo...” Mya felt aggrieved. Her parents were not with her, and she felt isolated and helpless. She had been starved for a whole day, feeling too weak.
Finnley didn’t expect her to burst into tears.
“Hey... | didn’t mean to kick you out. | only want you to take medicine,” Finnley explained.
Mya cried more sadly. “Boohoo...” she couldn't stop shedding tears.
Finnley had never experienced such a thing before.
He was competent in doing business, but now, he was at a loss.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“There, there. Stop crying.” He held her in his arms. “Take the medicine. I'll cook noodles for you. All right?” Mya still felt upset and had lost control. However, once he mentioned noodles, her stomach growled.
Suddenly, Finnley could understand why she felt so aggrieved. She was the mayor's daughter. Since childhood, she had been leading a good life. She didn't take the house key with her, so she couldn't return home. After being sick, she lay in another person's apartment for a whole day without family. She wanted to drink some water but couldn't find it.
It was loneliness.
Finnley kept silent. Mya gradually calmed down after crying for a long while.
Sniffing while leaning against his chest, she asked, “Where is the medicine?” Finnley passed the bottle with a straw to her. Mya finished drinking the liquid, frowning at the bitterness.
Finnley passed a paper napkin to her. “Wipe your tears.” Mya reached a hand to take it, wiping her tears. Her hair was messy. Wearing his shirt, she looked pale, and her eyes were red and swollen. Her whole body seemed to be burning.
Finnley consoled her, “You'll be better soon. Your temperature will be brought down in two hours at the most.” “Is the medicine so effective?” Mya didn’t believe it.
“Yes. It's a special medicine developed by Rowan Watson, Mr. Marsh's private doctor.” Mya knew Rowan. She heard his name in the news and met him in person at the wedding of Jennifer and Ivan. However, she didn’t know him well, and they never talked.
“Noodles for dinner. OK?” Finnley asked and added, “I'm only good at cooking noodles. Or | can call the takeouts.” “Sure. | like noodles.” Mya was indeed starving.
She lay down and tucked herself into the quilt. Although her body was hot, she felt chilly.
Finnley went to the kitchen, put on an apron, and cooked for the first time this month.
His kitchen was as clean as the one in the sample apartment. However, when he cooked, he looked like a househusband.
Shortly after, he put a noodle bowl on the dining table. Then he took off the apron and cleaned his hands.
“I made you a noodle bowl. Get up and have it.” Finnley talked to her in front of the bed.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmMya lifted the quilt. He turned around hurriedly. After she put on slippers and straightened the shirt, she asked, “I smelt the green onion. | don't eat it.” “Just a little bit,” Finnley said.
“I won't eat any green onion,” Mya insisted like a child. “I never had it since childhood.” A patient had the right to be picky.
Finnley wasn’t angry. He said, “I'll help you pick them out.” Then he walked toward the dining room.
“Forget it. Thank you, Finnley.” Mya brushed her teeth and washed her face. In the dining room, she picked up a fork to eat the noodle bowl. “I love the taste.” “Finish it all. You can’t waste food.” Finnley advocated thrift.
Mya sat in the chair despite her image. Her hair was messy like a bird's nest. She didn’t only finish the noodles but also drank up the soup.
Probably it was because she had been hungry for a whole day, or he was adept at cooking noodles.
“Can you make another bowl for me tomorrow morning?” Mya put down the bowl and hiccuped, staring at him expectantly.
Finnley darted at her while standing aside. “Do you plan to stay here forever?” “Do you really want to kick me out?” She frowned, curling her lips pitifully.
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