Chapter 1533 How They Could Make Such Praises


    Chapter 1533 How They Could Make Such Praises


    Upon hearing this, Johanna turned her head to look at him. “Did I?”


    “Yes,” Timothy nodded. “Last night, I tried to carry you to the bedroom, but you clung to my neck,


    teased me, and said I looked like a piece of cream cake that you wanted to devour.”


    Johanna''s hand trembled, and her fork nearly slipped from her grip to fall into the pan. “Did I really say


    that?”


    “No lies. Those were your words.” Timothy pulled out his phone and yed a recording for her.


    Johanna had a decent alcohol tolerance, and she rarely got drunk. In fact, she would only emerge tipsy


    if she entered a drinkingpetition with others.


    She couldn''t believe she''d acted so wildly after just a few cocktails. She acted childishly, even calling


    Timothy “Timmy”, and initiating a kiss, teasing him with explicitments.


    Even in their most intimate moments, she had never been this bold.


    Timothy''s gaze at Johanna was sly, and he deliberately furrowed his brows. “You heard it. I told you


    your behavior won''t work for our time apart, but you were pretty determined. I couldn''t even stop you...


    When I didn''t let you kiss me, you got mad and even bit me. Look where you bit me.” He pulled down


    his sweater cor, revealing a row of faint indentations above his corbone.


    Just then, a soft child''s voice came from the doorway. “Daddy, who bit you?”


    Timothy spotted the girl at the kitchen entrance, dressed in a cute little dress. He walked over, lifting


    her up. “Little one, why are you up so early today?”


    “I got thirsty and wanted water, so I woke up,” Asel exined sweetly.


    When she saw Johanna busily working at the kitchen counter, her little legs kicked excitedly in


    Timothy''s arms, and she cried out in a higher-pitched voice, “Mommy!”


    When her father approached her mother with her in his arms, Asel embraced Johanna''s neck and


    nted a kiss on her.


    Since Johanna''s hands were dirty, she turned her head and kissed the girl''s soft cheek instead. “I''m


    making pancakes for you. Let Daddy take you out to y.”


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    Seeing the pancake sizzle on the griddle, Asel found her mouth watering.


    She obediently nodded. “Okay!”


    Timothy also leaned in to peck Johanna''s lips. “Since Asel kissed you, it''s only fair that I do too, right?”


    Johanna was at a loss for words.


    Though Johanna''s simple spaghetti and pasta soup might not have been the most gourmet, they were


    at least ptable. In thirty minutes, she managed to whip up two tes of pancakes and a pot of


    seafood pasta soup.


    Timothy wasn''t idle either. Alongside his signature apple juice, he even made a cup of almond milk for


    Johanna.


    As Timothy sampled Johanna''s pasta soup, he showered her withpliments of all shades. “Jojo,


    your pasta soup is so delicious. I could have it every day and never get tired of it. Right, Asel?”


    “Absolutely!” Asel chimed in with a nod. “Mommy is the best!”


    After taking a sip of her pasta soup, Johanna realized she had forgotten to add salt and seasoning,


    leaving it rather nd. She couldn''t fathom why they werevishing such praise.


    By the time breakfast was done, it was already forty minutes after eight. Within ten minutes, Timothy


    drove Johanna to the old street.


    Johanna knew the extent of the damage her shop had suffered, and as they neared, she suspected


    Timothy had the ce cleaned. That would have been enough, but as she arrived, she found not only


    had the red paint on the entrance been removed, but theyout of both floors had been meticulously


    restored to how it was when she''d left.


    Had it not been for Johanna spotting that the oil paint on the walls hadn''t fully dried and that she hadn''t


    painted it herself, she would have thought she was dreaming the day before—that nothing had


    happened to the shop, and she only came over after having breakfast with Timothy.


    Standing on the first floor, Johanna looked around for a moment before turning to Timothy in


    astonishment. “How did you manage to recreate theyout of both floors so urately?”


    Seeing her so amazed, Timothy chuckled. “While you were having breakfast yesterday, I took a video


    as I wandered around the first floor. Then I showed the recording to Quinton this morning and asked


    him to contact the renovationpany and an artist. They were offered double the pay to restore the


    decorations in the video within two hours.”


    The promise of substantial earnings for a few hours'' work spurred the dozens of workers into action,


    eager to assist. In an hour and a half, they had replicated the shop''s original appearance.