Chapter 806 I Can Give You What You Want (1/2)

After Gia left, there was only Hilary left in the room.

Gia's words had been hovering in her ears, and the woman sitting on the bed was slightly absent-minded.

She shouldn't be so pessimistic. She should think in a good way.

She was hurting the one who loved her by torturing herself like this.

Hilary pursed her lips and glanced at the closed door.

He didn't come in again. 'Are you angry?'

She went down to the ground barefoot, and the sound of her footsteps was a little hasty.

There was no one in the living room. Willie was not there.

She was so disappointed that she looked powerless, but she heard a sound from the kitchen.

His movements were elegant but deep. The man in the kitchen rolled up the sleeves of his shirt and began to cook porridge again.

Hearing the footsteps of the woman, before he turned around, a pair of arms wrapped around his waist from behind.

She leaned her head against his back and her face clung to his warmth. Before the man could speak, he heard her sobbing in a low voice, and her tears quickly wet his clothes.

”Honey, I'm sorry...”

She choked with sobs and held him tightly, afraid that he would disappear.

Although Willie couldn't see the woman's face behind him, he could still guess her tearful face. He tilted his head. He chuckled in a hoarse voice.

”Why are you holding me so tightly? Are you afraid that I will leave?”

The woman nodded silently.

He turned off the fire, turned around and kissed her between her eyebrows.

”Silly Hil.”

”Honey, I'm sorry.”

”What's wrong?”

”I shouldn't have pushed you away and refused you.”

Looking at her crying face, Willie smiled softly and wiped her tears with his finger pulp. Looking down at her bare feet, he sighed slightly and doted on her helplessly. He picked her up to the chair and went to the kitchen to fill a bowl of newly cooked porridge for her.

Hilary just watched the man's every move without blinking until he spooned some porridge, tested the heat of the porridge, and then fed it to her lips.

The porridge was very sweet. It was no longer her silent refusal in the daytime. She opened her mouth obediently. Just when she took a sip, she heard a very disappointing sound from her stomach.

The man chuckled.

”Are you hungry?”