"Alexander Kingsley, come downstairs for breakfast." She said, "Later you need to change the bandage."
Breakfast, did she make it!
Alexander Kingsley frowned, glancing at her with puzzlement for two seconds before looking away, as if he couldn't quite believe the scene in front of him. When had the once unruly rascal transformed into someone so considerate?
"Let's go." Since he was injured, she planned to interact with him nicely; after all, it was her fault back then. A mistake is a mistake, no need for explanation. "Alexander Kingsley, I personally made this breakfast for you."
She cooked a bone broth, fried some heart-shaped eggs, made scallion pancakes, and there was also pasta.
"..." Alexander Kingsley looked at her in astonishment. Was this an illusion? Waking up, she actually knew how to cook? Moreover, her attitude towards him had dramatically improved.
"What's wrong with you? Are you sick?"
