Of course she wanted to cherish Dixon, but would Dixon really be with her?


    Would The Dixon family ept it?


    Bang, ng, ng –


    As Sophie held her phone in her hands and pondered, a thunderous nging sound came from the kitchen.


    She got up and ran to the kitchen on weak legs and saw …Têxt belongs to N?velDrama.Org.


    In the kitchen, Dixon stood in front of the stove, his toes in front of the pan, a few broken eggs and soft noodles on the floor, and a watery floor, still steaming.


    Sophie looked at him woodenly and took a moment, “Are you okay?”


    “Heh heh …”


    Dixon smiled awkwardly and reached out to scratch his head, “No, it’s fine, I identally spilled the pan.”


    “What are you making for breakfast?”


    Sophie walked over and asked Dixon suspiciously as she squatted down with difficulty to clean up the pan.


    Dixon answered honestly, “I wanted to cook you a bowl of egg noodles, but I ended up taking the eggs and tapping the shells too hard on the edge of the pan and knocked the pan over.”


    “Cracked eggs?”


    Vivian wrinkled his brow and stared at Dixon in disbelief.


    They looked at each other, and Dixon didn’t understand why Sophie kept staring at him.


    And then she hid her lips and smiled, “You just boiled the water and put noodles and eggs?”


    “Why, is there a problem?”


    Isn’t it always the case that the water is hot and the noodles are ced, is there something wrong with the way he does it?


    “Pfft … no, no problem, no problem.”


    Sophie collected her smile, shook her head and continued to squat down, ready to go clean up the mess on the floor.


    But Dixon grabbed her arm and yanked her up, with a cold face, “You’reughing at me?”


    Sophie: “…”


    Is it so obvious to act.


    “No, really notughing at you.” She denied again.


    Dixon raised his hand and pped her ass hard, “The nerve is getting bigger and bigger. I didn’t evenugh at your inability to walk, how dare youugh at my inability to cook.”


    Sophie pursed her lips, not knowing how to reply.


    “Forget it, don’t do it, it’s really annoying.” Dixon waved his hand, turned off the gas and left the kitchen with Sophie in his arms, “Go to your room, I’ll order a take-out.”


    So it was that the whole day was spent with Dixon lying in bed with Sophie in his arms, brushing up on the show, talking, eating, or ‘sleeping’.


    Dixon didn’t say a word about the drug he was given by his motherst night.


    Maybe it was because he didn’t want Sophie to think about it, or maybe it was because he felt that this kind of thing was hard to talk about and made him lose face.


    The Royal View Vi.


    Vivian woke up in the morning and had a meal with Morris, then Morris went to work and she was bored on the swing in the courtyard reading the script.


    The phone suddenly rang.


    She put the script on her body, took out the phone and nced at it. On the screen was an unfamiliar phone number.


    “Hello, who is it?”


    Vivian asked.


    There was a brief silence on the other end, and then a familiar voice rang out, “I’m here in L City, are you free for lunch?”


    It was Issac Shaw.


    Issac Shaw and Fraser had returned from the Hidden Tribe, she had already received the news, but she had not taken the initiative to contact him.


    She didn’t expect Issac Shaw to be back in L City.


    “Where are you? I’m going to look for you.”


    Issac Shaw had helped Vivian many times in the Hidden Tribe, and she was grateful to him and always considered him a friend.


    She was grateful and always considered Issac Shaw a friend, but she was not able to do anything about his affair with Morris.


    Issac Shaw gave an address and Vivian simply packed up and drove away from the vi in the cheap Chevrolet sedan.


    She arrived at the cafe an hourter.


    The cafe was on the 36th floor of the downtown building, and while sitting in the cafe drinking coffee, you could overlook half of L City.