Seeing the reflection on the old Mr. Bennett's face, Elliana Lyle felt an indescribable pain for some reason.
Elliana's silence didn't slip past the old man, who chuckled, "Norman, this child, might not be good with words but he's earnest. If you truly love each other, hold on tight and don't let it slip away."
"Yes, Grandpa, you're right."
"Haha." The old Mr. Bennett turned around, "Let's head back, I can smell the food now, it's probably almost ready."
Back inside the small villa, Elliana was already enveloped by the aroma of food, sparking her appetite. In the dining room, a man donned in a white apron had already set up a large array of dishes.
To be honest, it's the first time she saw a man like this; she wasn't even aware that Norman could cook.
Judging by the smell and appearance of the delicately crafted dishes on the table, Norman's culinary skills were superior, rivaling those of a professional chef.
