As a man, as a man who, like Nolan Morrison, loves the girl in front of him.
How could Nathan Cole not see that in Nolan Morrison's eyes, there was an undeniable tenderness.
This young lady, who used to be carefree and couldn't even wash dishes, is now... starting to cook.
Nathan Cole suddenly felt that this look was somewhat familiar.
He thought for a moment, and his heart skipped a beat. He had seen such a look in another man before.
But... didn't he... already die?
Nathan Cole rubbed the goosebumps on his arms, perhaps... perhaps, it was because they both liked Matilda Jenkins, so the way they looked at her was similar?
Nathan Cole glanced at Matilda Jenkins again. Her slender figure looked particularly fragile as she stood in front of the clay pot, scooping a spoonful of fish soup to taste it.
But she underestimated how hot the boiling fish soup was and scalded her tongue all of a sudden.
