Caleb Lockwood heard her say that, and his gaze fell on her slender fingers again. There was no bleeding, no wound — indeed, not injured.
Frightened by herself? Her earlier reaction amused him slightly, and suddenly, he bent down and took out a clean apron from the cabinet and tied it on.
"Let me handle it. You..." He glanced at her sideways, his brow slightly furrowing as if pondering what task to assign her.
"I can help you," Serena Sutton eagerly raised her hand, looking at him expectantly.
Caleb Lockwood held the kitchen knife in his hand and said indifferently, "I can manage on my own. Go play by yourself?"
His words were like coaxing a child, with a hint of fondness he didn't even realize himself.
Girls her age probably enjoy playing a lot. Back in college, Silas Shaw and his friends were always very playful.
Serena Sutton nodded in response, "Oh."
