Richard Shaw saw that his objective had been achieved, only then did he wheel himself away to start cooking.
The man stretched out his arms, took off his cotton T-shirt, revealing bronze-colored skin and well-defined six-pack abs.
Leah was caught off guard by the sight, overwhelmed by the allure. She quickly covered her eyes with her hands and shouted, flustered, "What on earth are you taking your shirt off for?"
"Changing clothes to cook," the man's voice was steady and robust. Leah recalled his peculiar habit—he always changed into a different set of clothes before cooking. Turns out he's quite the clean freak.
Leah's jade-like fingers secretly spread apart a little, and she squinted, sneaking glances at the man turning to grab his designated cooking outfit. Her gaze involuntarily traveled downward—those abs, they were indeed real. Might as well feast her eyes while she could. But seriously, how could an old man like him have abs?
