Chapter 1250

Lydia cradled the cup in her hands. The temperature was perfect, not too hot. It was clear that Quincy had clearly checked beforehand.

She glanced over at him and saw him peeling roasted chestnuts for her, and her heart instantly felt warm.

Lydia was sensitive to both heat and cold, and many people, including her own parents, had called her spoiled. But Quincy never complained. He always took care of her, quietly and willingly, without a word of protest.

From the kitchen came the sounds of clattering pots and the rich aroma of stir-fried vegetables. Meanwhile, Lydia and Quincy exchanged light conversation in the living room.

The smile on Lydia’s face revealed that it wasn’t so much a conversation as it was Quincy trying to make her laugh and lift her spirits.

Watching from the kitchen, Mrs. Perez narrowed her eyes. The more she looked at Lydia, the more displeased she became.

"Look at him, fussing over her like that. I can hardly believe that’s our son," she muttered, casting L