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Easton's gaze was deep and cold, with a hint of anger simmering.

He said, "Natalie, do you really not want to see me? I remember in the past you remained calm no matter what I did, but now you've changed."

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"I was nice to you before because I saved your life. But I don't want to be nice to you anymore. You love Jennifer; I'm happy for you both. How do you even have the nerve to ask me that?"

She didn't want to discuss this issue with him; they'd talked about it many times before.

Easton looked at her closely. Her eyes were clear, showing no affection at all, making him feel hurt.

"Mr. Garcia, I've already made my position very clear." After Natalie finished speaking, she stood up to go to sleep.

Easton watched her back and spoke in a low voice, "Natalie, I haven't had dinner and my stomach hurts."

Natalie stopped, turned around angrily, and said to him, "You're an adult, but you can't even take care of yourself. If you can't even take care of yourself, how are you supposed to take care of me like you said you would?" Easton watched her quietly, a dull ache in his stomach. "Sorry, I've been too busy today; I didn't have time to eat." Natalie closed her eyes, thinking that if he got sick, Anne would likely blame her.

She had the feeling that Easton would eventually drain her of the warmth that Anne provided.

Natalie turned and headed to the kitchen, cursing herself for her kindness.

She felt helpless about herself.

She thought, 'This jerk left me on the highway this morning and almost got me killed.

'Now he's come to my house asking for food. He sure is shameless.

Natalie went to the kitchen, and Easton went to help. A glimmer of guilt appeared in his eyes as he saw that she was only able to use one hand. "About what happened today..."

"Don't even go there. I'm this close to kicking you out," Natalie cut him off coldly. She wasn't generous enough to forgive a man who had betrayed and hurt her.

She continued, "And don't feel sorry for me. Your apologies won't change the fact that I'm hurt.

"I'm making food for you because of Anne. She's old; I just can't bear to see her worried about you. Don't get the wrong idea that I cook for your sake. "This is for her sake. You and I are done."

Easton furrowed his brows. It seemed their relationship had come to an end.

anger flared up again as he looked at her with eyes full of intense possessiveness, of which he was

want to eat?" Natalie interrupted him

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her handle

tell she was making oatmeal, which was

electric pressure cooker at home for making

tossed all the chopped ingredients into the pressure

and took out a head of cabbage, cooking a simple

mild foods; he would be

break it into smaller pieces. Once the water was boiling, they could

glanced at the lobsters and

Natalie replied, "OK."

were prepared by the chef for her

steamer and said, "Plug it in and place the lobsters inside to

Easton followed Natalie's instructions, placed the lobsters in the steamer, and Natalie switched it on to let them

surprised that

year, and he rarely set foot in

was so quiet and deserted without her home

back now.

wasn't that big, but it felt so quiet and deserted. When she lived there, the house always felt warm and inviting But the misunderstanding between Natalie and him was something that

on a

watched her in the light. Her skin was smooth, and it struck him. He thought, 'Did she do this kitchen routine

in the past

she was nothing other than

wasn't useless; in fact, she worked

by a kind of beauty that came with the peaceful passage of time. Her posture was elegant and dignified, like a tranquil painting, making one reluctant to disturb. Natalie leaned against the

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