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

gaze had turned to the bowl next to him. "What did you

him with the bowl in my hand. "There's not much ingredients in it. I only found flour, so I made some flour porridge. Have a bite and see if it's edible." He tried to get up, but the

I moved

sorry! I..." This was an awkward position to be, but fortunately, the bowl in my

staring and I explained in a panic, "I

staring

before handing the

it, he looked at me and said, "Am I your patient now?" S~ᴇaʀᴄh the FɪndNovᴇl.nᴇt

a huge hole on

I ask you to feed me, right?"

him sternly. "Mr. Milton, you're a serious man, so this doesn't come off very well as a

took the bowl from me and took a bite. It was probably good as he nodded slightly, saying, "Did you

understand him sometimes. How could

grandmother make this for me. I just learnt how to cook it because