They placed the bags on the coffee table and Luca began to sort the things.

She was able to distinguish the items in the bag by the branding on the bags.

Luca took out the bag that contained dessert and handed it to Aunt Neile. "Aunt Neile, this is the cake Mr. Crawford bought for you and your family."

"There's something for me too?" Aunt Neile said in surprise, then looked at Luke to thank him. “Thank you, Mr. Crawford and Ms. Craw."

"You're welcome,” said Luke. He looked at his phone screen and noticed some unread messages, so he said to Luca, "I need to go take care of some things."

“Okay.” Luca nodded, and after seeing him go upstairs, she picked up a few supermarket bags and unloaded the things.

Some were kept at room temperature, whereas some had to be refrigerated.

After Luca sorted the ones that had to go in the refrigerator, she said to Aunt Neile, "Aunt Neile, these need to be kept in the refrigerator. Could you please help me store them?”

“Okay, Ms. Craw. “ Aunt Neile went forward to help store them and noticed several ingredients for making snacks, so she asked, "Ms. Craw, why did you buy so many ingredients?"

“Mr. Crawford said that store-bought snacks aren't healthy, so I'm going to make some myself," Luca explained with a smile as it was all for the children's best interest.

“Right, making them yourself is much healthier for the kids as children love eating junk food these days. Store-bought snacks contain too many additives and preservatives, which are bad for a child's growth. It's great that you know how to make them. My daughter-in-law doesn't, so she has to buy some outside when the kid demands it. He caught a mild fever from eating too much, so he had to go see a doctor." Aunt Neile sighed resignedly as her grandson had a fever again. However, it was not as bad as last time as her daughter-in-law and her son had taken leave.

Luca smiled, Aunt Neile was right, but she wondered if the kids would like the snacks she made.

Besides, kids only had one philosophy, store-bought would always taste better than homemade. Perhaps her kids would think the same.

After keeping everything she bought from the mall, she carefully placed the more expensive gifts in the storage room as these were for Luke to gift to others. They could not be broken.

After thinking about it, she lifted them again and placed them on a shelf so that the kids would not accidentally break them when they came in to get stuff.

his

meant that he was respectful to her parents,

away, Luca heaved a

the kitchen, Aunt Neile said to her, “Ms. Craw, Mr. Crawford wants you to go upstairs for

Luca went

knocked on it. She whispered so as

photos. Come choose." Luke gestured for her

the photographer's work to be so efficient. She looked at the computer screen, which displayed the vintage-themed photos she took with

feeling that the final product would turn out well, she did not

ones you don't like,” said Luke. He wanted every single photo

not get the photographer to edit it. "Alright." Luca bent down to hold the mouse to choose, but Luke wrapped his arms around her and she instantly fell into

lost her balance, and her hands were subconsciously placed

many photos. Sit down and see.” The corner of Luke's lips curled up into a smile as he held her thin waist

glued

sitting position made her

up, but her body was being held tightly by

she could feel the constant heat radiating

Luke

in her body heat up. If this continued,

between the two was so intimate that it seemed

Her whole body tensed up

held her hand and placed it on the mouse. "I'll look with you." “Haven't you already gone through them?” Luca subconsciously clicked the mouse, and the next portrait appeared in front

free, yet the hands wrapped around her waist had too strong of a grip, which stopped her from going

pay attention to detail." Luke noticed her little movements but had no intention of letting go. He lifted his right

photo looks great,” he

the photographer asked her to have this posture and

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