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.

anything for dinner, and was a little hungry, so he

he came out, Selina saw him immediately.

Peter raised his eyebrows.

be that Selina could read his mind? She somehow knew

you know that I

Selina immediately said, "I didn't know you were hungry, but Natalie did, so she specially went to the kitchen to make you oats. Grandpa, isn't Natalie one of a kind?" Peter was

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

trace of emotion flitted past

was so

of the kitchen as

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

Natalie immediately ran

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

forgotten. How could she put the oats here? She should have placed it on the dining table. Natalie said with embarrassment, "Mr. Whitlock, wait a minute. I'll bring it to the dining table for

on Natalie's

strange feeling suddenly rose in

a muffled voice. "I'll just eat

that, Peter actually sat

oats tasted unexpectedly good. Peter could taste the deliciousness in just a single bite. It

were two ways to make

leave the oats to boil. Oats cooked like

the oats with a spoon while

front of him was obviously made

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

a while, he shot

standing there and looking at the oats in Peter's hands

were no other emotions

felt a

scheming woman have

Selina spoke up. "How is it, Grandpa?

say a word, his lips

act of him taking another bite was

Natalie a peace sign, throwing