Nell Harris put the unfinished product in her hand down: "Say one more word... Today, I'm not cooking."
The way she looked, embarrassed and angry, made Dylan Young a bit fascinated. Her eyes wide and shiny black, her lips a bright pink, her little face tense, she looked like an inexperienced young girl.
Dylan almost couldn't stop himself from kissing her.
He grabbed Nell Harris's hand, not letting her pull it back, "Then I'll cook."
Nell Harris glanced at him: "Are you sure you want to do it?"
"Uh... I'll try to learn to make it better in the future. You're too tired cooking and doing housework every day. Today... I'll go out and buy something."
Dylan's voice was gentle, and no matter how angry she was, being coaxed like this, any big anger melted away.
She felt like a little wife fighting with her husband and being comforted by him.
This thought made Nell Harris blush even more.
