Chapter 143 Why Are You Being So Nice


    Ethan turned another page with a small smile. "I''m just a part-time worker with no fixed hours. I just


    happened to be free for the day."


    "I see." J pursed her lips.


    "All right, stop talking and finish your work quickly." Ethan walked up to her and gently knocked the


    book he was holding against the top of her head.


    "But I only said two words!" J grumbled, ducking her head and shooting him a re. Ethan


    chuckled softly and padded out of the room. Without the distraction he provided, J was able to


    concentrate on her designs.


    Soon, the light drizzle stoppedpletely. Its pitter-patter was reced by the asional sound of


    a drop falling from the leaves and into the puddles on the ground. The air had be balmy after


    the rain, and J felt her body grow hot and sticky with sweat.


    By the time Ethan came around again, it was already dusk.


    "What is this supposed to mean, J?" he asked, his face stern. "You didn''t even touch the


    noodles I brought for lunch." This time, he was carrying a te of what looked like meat balls. He


    set it on the table and crossed his arms over his chest. Ethan stared pointedly at the bowl of


    noodles that had grown cold and soggy, then back to the stubborn woman in front of him.


    Only then did J remember that he had brought her something for lunch.


    "Sorry, I forgot," she said sheepishly. She nced at the clock on the wall and found that it was


    already six in the evening.


    J hadn''t felt a pang of hunger at all. Besides, she didn''t have much time left to waste on eating.All content ? N/.?vel/Dr/ama.Org.


    She pressed her lips together and looked up at Ethan with some caution. "I''d like to eatter. I


    should finish my drafts first."


    Ethan raised an eyebrow. Before she knew it, he had thrown himself on the chair next to her. "You


    can''t just skip meals," he scolded. "Here, Ibined grains, vegetables, and fish to make these tiny


    balls. It''s bite-size and should be convenient enough for you. You can just draw while eating, it won''t


    hold you up for too long."


    J put her pen down and looked at the dubious-looking balls on the te. They didn''t look all


    that appetizing. In fact, they didn''t look like balls, at all. Ethan had probably used too much force in


    shaping them.


    Still, he looked rather adorable in his ck T-shirt and floral apron.


    "Open your mouth." The sound of spoon scraping against porcin te rang in the air as he


    scooped out a ball and held it against J''s mouth.


    "I can eat by myself," she muttered, blushing.


    And yet, she still opened her mouth obediently.


    Ethan let out a small snort. "You little liar," he teased.


    "It''s your fault! You fed me first!" J retorted in between chews. A smile was tugging on the


    corners of her lips, and her eyes twinkled with amusement.


    "Sure, sure." Ethan wasn''t interested in an argument. He scooped out another ball and held it up for


    her just as she finished swallowing.


    "Why are you being so nice today?" J asked after gobbling the second ball.


    His thoughtfulness was endearing.


    "Wasn''t I always nice?" Ethan countered, leaning forward with narrowed eyes.


    J giggled before nting a kiss on the corner of his mouth. "You''ve always been the best."