Chapter 182 Thrown away like garbage

Serena hastily took the jacket from him and hung it on a coat rack off to the side.

Matthew paused, glanced at her, and continued on his way to the couch.

Serena rarely flattered someone like this, if it was anyone else she really wouldn't have let her face down so easily, but who was the person in front of her, it was Matthew, her nominal, she hadn't lost face in front of him once or twice, let alone just lowered her stance a little.

"Go sit at the table, I've cooked."

Showing no hurry, Matthew got up and walked to the table.

There were indeed a few dishes on the table, all home-cooked.

A warmth welled up inside him, but the thought that this was her usual tactic made him sit down lazily.

After a few simple bites, he would have said, "What is it this time?"

But if he said that, the treats would be gone.

So he was in no hurry, and after dinner he went to his study.

Serena brought the hot milk over again, but didn't go out right away, just stood there.

Matthew took a sip and went back