Feed him?
Skye Brown stared at Dylan Wellington's deep and chiseled handsome face, feeling a bit hard to accept.
She could feed Allen and Molly, but feeding an adult like him.
"Hmm, wife?" The man tilted his head slightly, turning towards Skye Brown.
His empty, unlit eyes fell into Skye Brown's sight.
Just moments ago, Skye Brown thought it was a bit odd to feed Dylan Wellington, a grown man, and now her nose tingled with emotion.
The next second, she no longer hesitated and took the bowl from Dylan Wellington's hands.
"Phew... Let me blow on it for you, it's hot."
In the summer, the dishes don't cool down easily.
Skye Brown's soft lips gently blew a fragrant breeze, this warm and beautiful breath melted Dylan Wellington's usually stern eyes.
He slowly drank the porridge that Skye Brown fed him, after a while, feeling this wasn't enough.
He then picked up the woman and placed her on his lap, holding her slender waist, feeding each other with Skye Brown.
