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?"

shook his head slightly. "No,

he spoke, his gaze had turned to the bowl next to him. "What did you cook?"

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

moved too quickly, and ended up

be, but fortunately,

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

staring at me like

before handing the

I your patient

with such a huge hole on his

much if I ask you to feed me, right?"

you're a serious man, so this

smile, he took the bowl from me and took a bite. It was probably good as

understand him sometimes. How could he change topics so

head and said, "No. When I was a child, I often saw my grandmother make this for me. I just learnt how to cook