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,

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

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

my hand to help him up. However, I moved too quickly, and ended up falling right

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

the bowl down and helped him up again. I caught him staring and I explained in a panic, "I didn't mean it just now. I just wanted to help you up, but I lost

was he still staring at me like that,

up before handing the bowl to him. "Try

raising his hand to take it, he looked at me and said, "Am I your patient now?" S~ᴇaʀᴄh the FɪndNovᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of

be, with such a huge hole on his

if I ask you to feed me,

sternly. "Mr. Milton, you're a serious man, so this

from me and took a bite. It

really couldn't understand him sometimes. How could he change topics

make this for me. I just learnt