With that, he walked over and sat down.
Before, whenever Anne Sutton saw him, she found him terrifying, intimidating. Even in bed, she was constantly afraid he might just... drop dead.
But looking at him now, she found him rather easy on the eyes.
'He wasn't so bad, after all.'
In fact, his every gesture was filled with an elegant, aristocratic air...
He had always been a man of noble birth. He just never cared what others thought, and his intimidating presence made people naturally fear him.
Anne Sutton asked, "What were you just doing?"
"I was bored, so I watered the flowers by the door. Go on, make dinner. I'd like to eat something you've made."
"..." Hearing this, Anne Sutton replied, "Okay."
She hurried into the kitchen to cook for Nathan Fawcett.
'His flight is at six this evening. That means after this meal, he'll have to leave soon.'
Anne Sutton stood in the kitchen, glancing at him through the glass. 'From now on, we'll be in two different worlds!'
'So be it.'
