My Heart only Beats for You

Natalie was about to grab her second muffin when she heard what Cecelia said.

Her hands paused mid-air, suddenly feeling a little nervous.

Tobias' father...

She did not know whether he would like her. Would he be as easygoing as Cecilia, or would he be as difficult to deal with as Peter?

Cecilia noticed Natalie's anxiety. She patted her hand. "Natalie, don't be nervous. Although Tobias' father is dignified, he will not be as difficult as you think. He'll definitely like you."

Natalie smiled. She was still a little anxious.

After a moment, she stood up as if something had occurred to her. "Right, I have to go make something in the kitchen."

"You're still not full?" Cecilia looked at Natalie.

Natalie shook her head. "I noticed that Mr. Whitlock didn't eat anything for dinner earlier. I want to make some oats for him. Since it's already nighttime, he shouldn't eat too much, but he shouldn't go hungry either. Oats is the best option."

Surprise flashed in Cecilia's and Selina's eyes.

They hadn't expected Natalie to do something like this for Peter when he was so adamantly against her.

"Natalie, you have it tough," Cecilia gave a small sigh of gratification.

Selina also chimed in. "Natalie, you're so considerate. It's a pity that my grandpa doesn't realize that."

"He will, he will realize it one day," said Cecelia.

Natalie smiled, "I'll go make the oats, then."

Peter walked out of the study while Natalie was still making oats.

He had just ended his conversation with Tobias on bad terms.

His stance was determined, while Tobias' was even more so.

Peter felt irritated.

dinner, and was a little hungry, so he went out of

he came out, Selina saw him immediately. "Grandpa, you're here. Are

Peter raised his eyebrows.

that Selina could read his mind? She somehow knew that he

know

so she specially went to the kitchen

be hungry later. Not to mention, at your age, it isn't good to eat too much at night, so she

trace of emotion

Natalie was

of the kitchen as well. The oats

immediately, "Natalie, is it ready? You guessed it correctly, you know. Grandpa really is

this, Natalie immediately

hurry, and she didn't put any mittens on. She just brought the oats out, and when she put it down on the coffee table, her hands had already turned red from the heat. After placing the oats on the coffee table, Natalie's eyes widened, suddenly

here? She should have placed it on the dining table. Natalie said with embarrassment, "Mr. Whitlock,

on Natalie's red

strange feeling suddenly

no need," Peter said in a muffled voice. "I'll just

sat down on the

good. Peter could taste the deliciousness in just a single bite. It seemed Natalie had put

were two ways to make

to boil. Oats cooked like this

keep stirring the oats with a spoon while it was boiling. It would

front of him

Natalie didn't have to put so much effort into it. After all, most people wouldn't be able to tell the difference.

a while, he shot a subconscious

at the oats in

that her gaze was clear. There were no

felt

scheming woman

is it, Grandpa? Does it

say a word, his lips pressed

of him taking another bite was already an

peace sign,