Summer Sutton handed him a piece, her lips gently curling into a sweet smile, "Try it?"
Watt Bennet sat quietly, took the cake from her hand, said nothing, and buried his face to take a bite.
He lightly pursed his lips, savoring the subtle melting of the cake in his mouth, his expression looked somewhat better.
He had never been a fan of sweets. Anything sweet, he almost never touched.
However, the cake made by Summer Sutton, he quietly ate it from start to finish.
Summer Sutton cut him as much as he would eat, without complaint.
Summer Sutton quietly watched his silent profile from the side, her lips unconsciously bending.
Watt Bennet...
Watt Bennet...
She repeatedly recited his name in her heart.
Does he know that now, he is just like Adrian Walyon; anything she makes, whether he likes it or not, whether he can eat it or not, he would quietly eat it all?
Is it because he doesn't want to waste her effort?
