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?"

his head slightly. "No,

spoke, his gaze had turned to the bowl next to him. "What

up to 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."

him up. However, I moved too quickly, and ended up falling right

This was an awkward position to be, but fortunately, the bowl in my

I caught him staring and I explained in a panic, "I didn't mean it just now. I just wanted to help you up,

still staring at me like

before handing the bowl to

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

not be, with such a huge hole on his waist?

I am, it's not too much if I ask you to feed me, right?" I was taken

you're a serious man, so this doesn't come

bite. It was

understand him sometimes. How could he change topics so

When I was a child, I often saw my grandmother make this for me. I just