Chapter 370
took a look and saw that it was peach favored sugar free yogurt. He took both bottles, unscr the
caps, and returned one to Skr,
She epted it and took a sip. “It tastes good.” The vor of peaches paired with the strong aroma
of vogurt made her relish every sip.
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Joe took a sip after hearing her praise for the yogurt. It tasted eptable to him. He then set the
yogurt aside and helped Skr put the things from the shopping bags in the refrigerator.
She felt satisfied as she looked at the packed refrigerator. “It’s finally full
Joe washed his hands before sitting on the couch.
Skr saw that and went to wash her hands as well. As she looked at Joe sitting on the couch, she
felt confused. She could tell he had something to tell her.
She washed some fruits before sitting across from him.
“Let’s have some fruits,” Skr stated. She had picked the fruits while passing by a market before
she had returned home. They were all fresh.
Joe picked up an apple but didn’t eat it.
Skr’s gaze was uncontrobly drawn to his hand which was holding the apple.
His fingers were long and straight, and his nails were round and neat. The watch on his wrist
perfectly highlighted the allure of his hands.
She unconsciously recalled a scene when he had touched her with those hands.
Skr didn’t dare to look any further and quickly looked away, staring at the apple in her hand.
Joe suddenly asked, “When you saw me in the restaurant, why didn’t youe forward and im
me as your husband?”
Skr was surprised when she heard that. “im?”
Had she heard him wrong?
“Given the situation at that time, it seemed that we weren’t the main parties there, but Nath and Mr.
Hughes.”
Moreover, she was used to pretending not to know him whenever she was outside. After all, even
Natalie thought the two of them couldn’t possibly be a couple.
Joe raised his eyebrow coldly, obviously dissatisfied with Skr’s answer. “Are you and Jeremy’s
wife good friends?”
Yes, she’s my best friend.”
His eyes moved slightly when he took a bite of the sweet apple. “You don’t have to pretend like you
don’t
know me when we’re outside from now on.”
Skr smiled. “You don’t have to pretend like you don’t know me either.”
They had an agreement on certain issues. For instance, pretending to be strangers when they were
outside had always been a tacit agreement between them. He couldn’t find fault with her.
Joe was rendered speechless.
Skr nced at the time. “I didn’t eat much when I was at the restaurant. I’m a little hungry, so I’m
going to make a simple dessert. Do you want some?”
“Make me some.”
“Okay.”
Joe was reading a book on the couch while Skr concentrated on making dessert in the kitchen.
But when he heard a faint sound in the kitchen, he stood up and walked over.
He stood in front of the kitchen door, staring at Skr, who was fully focused on her work. Then, he
remembered the photo John had sent him not too long ago.
When Skr made desserts, she was as concentrated as she was when restoring antiques.
Perhaps she wasn’t aware that when she focused on one thing, she seemed different from usual.