Keep me in your love

This time, Sawyer took Nora to a very remote restaurant for dinner. There seemed to be no other guests in the restaurant, only the two of them.

Sawyer ordered a large table of dishes. They were almost all ordinary home cooked dishes, but unexpectedly, they were all Nora's favorite.

On the contrary, Sawyer just sat there quietly and ate elegantly, which was not comparable to Nora's wolfing down.

This was the difference!

Nora sighed in her heart. But the delicious food were in front of her and they were all her favorites. How could she care about the way she ate?

However, when Nora was eating, she was surprised. Her mouth was full of food, but she still raised her head and asked Sawyer, "Why are you so good today? You even know what I like best?"

"I eat the food you cook every day. I'm not blind. I could see what you eat first with chopsticks." Sawyer said coldly.

Nora snorted in her heart, full of contempt.

"Actually he is secretly watching me, and he is still stubborn..." She murmured to herself, but she didn't dare to speak it out loud.

After all, it was his treat.

cold, but today you suddenly treat me so well that you don't even need me to

choke to

was speechless and almost choked to death by the food in her mouth. After swallowing it, she said, "Will

food before she finished her words.

and sat beside her. He gently patted her on

He looked

the water from him and took two gulps before

and concerned expression on Sawyer's face. Suddenly, she was in a trance and asked unconsciously, "You are so

suddenly stood up as if he had met a poisonous snake or a beast.

now she was caught off guard. She fell down on the sofa and

she was not prepared

the same, but it was because of Nora's unintentional question, as if it had touched a

if he really wanted to be with Nora forever, his grandfather

the beginning, they had agreed that she was just taking advantage of

couldn't figure out why he had been bothered

Sawyer's gloomy face, Nora frowned and asked, "What's wrong? Are you really being poked in the middle of the matter by me,

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