"..." Stella York looked at the flower tea in her hand, stunned, her eyes widened.
For a long time, she just sat there in a daze, forgetting what reaction she should have.
She opened her mouth, but her throat felt like it was being choked, unable to make a sound.
She must be dreaming...
In Lucas Scott's mind, no one could compare to Evelyn Sherman, yet now, he gave the flower tea Evelyn gave him, to her...
Lucas Scott, what's he thinking?
Stella wanted so much to ask but after several attempts, she couldn't say a word.
She was afraid that if she spoke, the rare harmony between them would turn into a dream.
"Open your mouth." Lucas Scott lifted a bowl of soup from the tray, scooping some to the edge of her lips, naturally parting his lips.
His voice wasn't exactly gentle, but Stella was so stimulated by those two packets of flower tea that she couldn't regain her senses and opened her mouth to drink the soup.
