Although Nolan Davis didn't allow Sophie Smith to cook, Sophie was determined to make a meal for him.
While busy in the kitchen, she kept recalling what Nolan had said to her not long ago.
He had said, if you make me happy today, it's worth a billion, if not, then it's worth nothing. So, have you thought about how to do it?
How to do it?
Sophie frowned, her thoughts flew far away, how could she make Nolan happy?
"Little Sophie."
Suddenly Nolan spoke, Sophie was startled, and the knife slipped from her hand, cutting her index finger.
"Hiss..." She pressed her bleeding finger with her thumb and couldn't help but inhale sharply from the pain.
"Are you okay?" Nolan hurriedly approached her, "I told you not to cook, and you still did. Now you've hurt yourself. How can I eat your food with peace of mind?"
Although his words carried a tone of blame, his actions did not.
He quickly ran upstairs, fetched the medical kit, and took out a band-aid to put on her cut.
