However, the terrifying thing is that the feelings he brought her haven't changed a bit.
Philip Shaw glanced at her pale face, slightly furrowed his brow, looked at the servant waiting nearby, and said, "Go prepare a bowl of pumpkin porridge for her."
Seeing how pitifully thin she was, he specially ordered a sumptuous dinner, but seeing her like this, she probably couldn't eat anything too greasy.
The pumpkin porridge was quickly brought over.
Aldana Candi shook her head, "I don't want to eat anything."
"If you don't eat, then later I'll feed you," the man said absent-mindedly as he elegantly sliced his steak, "just like the time I fed you milk."
Aldana Candi couldn't recall any time he fed her milk, but judging by his tone, it didn't sound like a pleasant memory.
She sighed, lowered her head, and silently ate her porridge with a spoon.
Philip Shaw raised his eyes and glanced at her lightly, then satisfactorily withdrew his gaze.
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