My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

My grandma used to make flour porridge for me when I was a child. She'd boil the water first, then put the flour into the water once it was boiled, and stirred the mixture while waiting for it to be cooked. The

flour porridge would be done after ten minutes.

It was thick and melted in your mouth. Although it was nothing fancy, it was a good stand-in for soup.

I saw Sebastian lying in bed with his eyes closed when I went back to the bedroom. It seemed he had fallen asleep.

I whispered, "Mr. Milton, are you asleep?"

He didn't respond. I put the flour porridge aside before helping him pull up the quilt.

He unexpectedly grabbed hold of my hand. Shocked, I looked down and saw him staring at me.

I was a little surprised. "Did I wake you up?"

and shook his head slightly. "No,

turned to the bowl next to him. "What did you cook?" He

ingredients in it. I only found flour, so I made some flour

I moved too quickly, and

position to be, but fortunately, the

"I didn't mean it just now. I just wanted to help you up, but I

still staring at me like that,

helped him up before handing

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be, with such a huge hole on his waist? I

you to feed me, right?" I was taken aback

a serious man,

a bite. It was probably good as he nodded

understand him sometimes. How could he change

"No. When I was a child, I often saw my grandmother make this for me. I