His steps unconsciously moved toward the source of the enticing aroma, and he froze when he saw Mu Ning wearing a floral apron, her hair tied up in a messy bun.
Her hand was holding a spoon as she tasted the food.
Home. Suddenly, her words echoed in his mind. Was this what she meant by home?
It certainly felt like home. They say home is something you live in, but sometimes, it's someone who teaches you what it truly feels like.
"Oh? You are back? Go and wash up. I am almost done." Mu Ning, noticing his presence, looked at him with a strange sparkle in her eyes.
Does she know how bright she looks when she looks at him? Gosh, he loves it.
Liam froze, almost having an urge to slap himself. What was he thinking? Is he stupid?
'Get a grip! Divorce is just 29 days away!' He told himself and gave an indifferent nod.
After he washed his hands, he saw that the dinner table was set up with a plate of spaghetti with sauce.
