"Honestly, it's not good." Bella Scott said sincerely.
She still thought that the pastries made by Edward Anderson were delicious. Not sweet, nor greasy, each pastry was small and exquisite, especially tasty.
It's only when there's a comparison that one feels hurt.
"Next time I'll make them myself, these really aren't good." Edward Anderson said, suddenly grabbing Bella's hand.
Bella raised her eyebrows, wondering what he was doing.
"I miss you so much. Do you miss me?" Edward Anderson asked with a serious expression.
Bella half-jokingly replied, "No time to think about it."
When she's busy with work, she really doesn't have time to think about Edward Anderson, so that's true.
"You little ungrateful thing. It's fine, I'll just miss you more." Edward Anderson revealed a charming smile.
Bella saw him smiling happily and couldn't help but smile herself.
