Chapter 427 Only Your Mother in His Eyes, Only Sylvester in Lela's

Lela put down her phone, flashed a smile at James and the others, and then headed into the kitchen.

She spotted Sylvester, tall and dressed in light-colored loungewear with an apron, washing a fish that was already cleaned in the sink. A sharp knife was stuck in the cutting board nearby.

The noise from earlier must have come from here.

Lela walked over and hugged Sylvester from behind, resting her head on his back.

This was the second time she had hugged him in the kitchen.

His broad back made her feel safe.

But unlike last time, Sylvester gently pushed her away. "Sweetie, go wait outside. It smells too bloody in here."

He didn't want her to be around the blood.

She didn't want to leave, still hugging him from behind. She turned her head slightly to watch him skillfully handle the fish.

think he could only cook simple dishes, but she was surprised to see him so good at

but ask, "Sylvester, how did you learn

cleaned the fish, then marinated it to get rid of the

reminisce and then casually said, "My dad liked

had

let go of his waist, and walked to

the pan to heat it up, washed his

My mom fell into a coma after giving birth to Charley. My dad took care of her, not eating or drinking. But he liked this dish, so I made it for him." He seemed to be just telling a story,

not express himself well, and continued, "He must have really

cooking skills, and since Sylvester was his child, his father

of tomato and brought it to Lela's lips. She took a bite and

with satisfaction, curling his lips as he calmly said, "No, he never ate the fish I

up at

tenderly, and tapped her nose. "He's not like you. You eat everything, never

wasn't easy to care

just because

could take care of her, and she was willing to let

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