Amanda frowned angrily, “Mr. James, what do you mean for always associating me with a dead person? Are you cursing me to death?”

“She’s not dead.” Stanford looked deeply at her.

Amanda’s heart tightened, and her voice trembled, “Your wife isn’t dead?”

“Yes. She will always be in my heart, living in this world.” After saying that, Stanford once again turned around and entered the kitchen.

Amanda looked at his back and became more and more uneasy.

His attitude always made her feel as if he knew something.

But, what was it that had leaked out?

The study.

Suddenly her mind thought of this place. She had been there before. She was shocked and sad for a long time after she knew the truth. When she left, she forgot to delete the scene of her visit. Did he see it?

She felt anxious thinking about it.

She stood up, walked into the kitchen, and looked at the familiar figure, “Stanford James.”

Stanford’s body stiffened for a moment, feeling shocked by this sudden call.

He turned around slowly, “Ms. Flores, you call me by my name so straightforwardly, do you like me?”

Amanda was speechless.

“I do have a boyfriend.” She just wanted to test it out.

Who knew that Stanford didn’t look like he knew about it?

be that

your boyfriend is too young

age? Also, please hurry

“Alright.”

Stanford smiled faintly.

look was so vivid that it didn’t make him feel out of place, even with a

what Amanda

Half an hour later…

meal, and the two of them sat at

the dishes that Amanda

were sitting face to face, just

in. He knew a lot and was very good at taking care of

favourite dishes

put in the effort to learn just to win her

he would cook

sure himself why

into his heart that he then understood

he just wanted to make her happy

didn’t

how it tastes.”

said before she ate it, “If it’s not my favourite dish, I won’t

and said with a smile, “I’m sincere, Ms. Flores. Don’t let others criticize you for being mean and turning back on me

the bowl and asked, “Are

He ladled soup for Amanda, “Don’t you have

Amanda was speechless.

else. Sitting together at the table again after a

she was frank at this

didn’t care about this person anymore, why

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