Maverick Knight wanted her to ask for help, to rely on him a bit.
But it seemed Aurora Blaine had no such intention.
In her heart, she still wasn't willing to treat him as her own.
Aurora Blaine gnawed on the chicken leg halfway, "Don't worry, if I truly need help, I won't hesitate to ask you; just don't turn me down then."
Maverick Knight didn't speak further, quietly sitting on the sofa.
He was dressed casually, his eyes slightly downcast, seemingly lost in thought, his side profile perfectly contoured; sitting there casually, he looked picturesque.
Aurora felt that if she could paint, she would certainly capture this scene on canvas—it was too handsome.
During meals, gazing at a handsome guy is refreshing and opens up one's appetite.
She finished all the meat in her bowl, not leaving even the soup.
Finally, she wiped her mouth in satisfaction.
Maverick Knight saw she hadn't left a drop, "Are you full?"
Aurora nodded, "Stuffed."
