Chapter 926


    My grandma used to make flour porridge for me when | was a child. She''d boil the water first, then put the flour into the water


    once it was boiled, and stirred the mixture while waiting for it to be cooked. The flour porridge would be done after ten minutes.


    It was thick and melted in your mouth. Although it was nothing fancy, it was a good stand- in for soup.


    | saw Sebastian lying in bed with his eyes closed when | went back to the bedroom. It seemed he had fallen asleep.


    | whispered, "Mr. Milton, are you asleep?"


    He didn''t respond. | put the flour porridge aside before helping him pull up the quilt.


    He unexpectedly grabbed hold of my hand. Shocked, | looked down and saw him staring at me.


    | was a little surprised. "Did | wake you up?"


    He smiled and shook his head slightly. "No, | wasn''t sleeping.”


    As he spoke, his gaze had turned to the bow! next to him. "What did you cook?" He asked.


    | withdrew my hand and walked up to him with the bowl in my hand. "There''s not much ingredients in it. | only found flour, so |


    made some flour porridge. Have a bite and see if it''s edible."


    He tried to get up, but the wound made him gasp in pain.


    | stretched out my hand to help him up. However, | moved too quickly, and ended up falling right on top of his body!


    "I''m... I''m sorry! I..." This was an awkward position to be, but fortunately, the bowl in my hand had not toppled over.


    | put the bowl down and helped him up again. | caught him staring and | exined in a panic, "| didn''t mean it just now. | just


    wanted to help you up, but | lost my bnce."


    He chuckled, "| know!"


    Why was he still staring at me like that, then!


    | helped him up before handing the bowl to him. "Try it!"


    Instead of raising his hand to take it, he looked at me and said, "Am | your patient now?"


    How could he not be, with such a huge hole on his waist? | nodded. "Yes!"


    "If | am, it''s not too much if | ask you to feed me, right?" | was taken aback by his request.


    | pursed my lips and regarded him sternly. "Mr. Milton, you''re a serious man, so this doesn''te off very well as a joke."


    With a faint smile, he took the bowl from me and took a bite. It was probably good as he nodded slightly, saying, "Did you often


    cook in the past?"


    | really couldn''t understand him sometimes. How could he change topics so quickly?


    | shook my head and said, "No. When


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    He nodded and enjoyed his porridge quietly. It seemed like he was enjoying it a lot.


    | didn''t say anything upon noticing that he had fallen silent, simply watching him quietly.


    After a moment of silence, he looked up at me. His eyes sank as he asked, "When you lived in Hovell, was life hard?"


    It shocked me. "How did you know that we used to live in Hovell?"


    He chuckled, "Was | not supposed to


    know? Didn''t | already tell yo


    we''d don a thoronigleheck on you


    beddue wanted that sandalwood


    box? Is it surprising that | know about


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    It made sense. | nodded. "| see."Text content ? N?velDrama.Org.


    Seeing that he was quietly waiting for


    my answer, | took a pause befor


    saying, "Actua bwashsindt hard, |


    Hay fabuldtthe table and clothes to


    wear. | think my life then was much


    better than my life now. | cherished it


    quite a bit." Please read the original


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