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.

his gaze had turned to the bowl next to

my hand. "There's not much ingredients in it. I only found flour, so I made some flour porridge. Have

I moved too quickly, and ended up falling right on top of

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

panic, "I didn't

he still staring at me like

handing the bowl to him. "Try

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

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

my lips and regarded him sternly. "Mr. Milton, you're a serious man, so this

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

understand him sometimes. How could he

I often saw my grandmother make this for me. I just learnt how to cook it because it's something I am familiar