It was at the level of a world-class painter, which was the level she was at.Sylvia asked again, "Do you like it?"Thomas looked at her. "Yes.""Then it's yours. However, the painting still needs to dry. I'll send it to you when it's dry." She moved the painting board to the vent to the side.His eyes flickered. "Thank you."Sylvia hurriedly said, "Don't thank me. I owe you much more than this painting."He did not say anything.She knew that he was someone who did not like to talk much, so she did not mind.After putting the painting away, she walked up to him and said, "Come on, let's go out."Thomas suddenly raised his hand, placed his warm fingertips on her forehead, and gently rubbed it twice.Sylvia froze.After rubbing, he said in a soft voice, "There was paint on your forehead."She laughed dryly. "I could've wiped it myself. You didn't have to do it for me."It was a little ambiguous.However, Thomas’ lips curved into a gentle yet seductive smile. "I wanted to w
A week went by in the blink of an eye.During that week, Sylvia was able to see her two little ones every day the moment she opened her eyes. The landscape of the villa was extremely beautiful, every angle was like an artwork of its own. While accompanying the children, she also had the inspiration to paint.Although Thomas lived here as well, he only occasionally appeared in the morning or evening. Even though he did not conceal his feelings for her, it was obvious that he also did not try to make things uncomfortable for her.Thus, Sylvia lived here in comfort and ease.That particular day, perhaps because Isabel was tired of eating Sylvia and Aunt Tonya's cooking every day, the little girl suddenly cried out that she wanted to have a barbecue meal.The kitchen had been stocked up with all sorts of fresh ingredients, so there was no shortage of meat and other groceries.Sylvia thus decided to have an outdoor barbecue at the artificial lake behind the villa.At noon, she moved
As the smell of the charcoal grill began to rise, the sun set halfway down the mountain.The fiery clouds in the sky reflected on the lake, staining it orange and red as well.Sylvia was experienced in cooking barbecue and soon served up a plate of grilled meat.Isabel had been waiting with her mouth open for a long time, so Sylvia immediately took two skewers to her.However, instead of rushing to stuff her own mouth, the little girl ran over to Thomas and Liam. She gave them the two skewers before coming back to ask Sylvia for more.Before they knew it, the plate of skewers was empty.Meanwhile, Sylvia grilled another plate.Isabel held the plate and divided the food among Thomas, Liam, Aunt Tonya, Theodore, and the workers who were in charge of pruning the garden.The atmosphere was very lively.Sylvia could see that Isabel was behaving very well even though she was rather noisy, so she focused on grilling the other ingredients.However, while she was focused on her task,
Worried about the possibility of further accidents, Aunt Tonya and Theodore moved the barbecue grill and ingredients over to the front yard.Sylvia and the two little ones saw them just as they came out of the living room.When she got a whiff of the fragrant barbecue, Isabel immediately forgot that she had just fallen into the lake playing with the water. She immediately wanted to run over with her little legs so she could eat the meat, but she was pulled back by Liam's hand.She pouted unhappily.Liam frowned.Instantly, the little girl put on an obedient expression and said earnestly, "Liam, I want to eat some meat."Liam hummed in reply. Then, he led her to the table and got her to sit down before allowing her to eat.When she observed this scene, Sylvia did not know whether to laugh or cry.After a while, when Isabel had almost eaten her fill, Thomas came out of the house.He had changed into a loose gray sweater and a pair of trousers. His blow-dried hair casually hung d
Thomas looked at her and held out a hand. Taking out two pills, Sylvia placed them on the center of the palm of his hand and said, “Put them in your mouth.” He put them into his mouth. She then handed a glass of water to him, “Here, drink this and swallow the pills.” He did as he was told. With that, Sylvia managed to get him to take the medicine that would help with the symptoms of his cold. After it all was done, she told him, “Lie down and get some rest.” Thomas smiled and thanked her, "Thank you." “All I did was get you some medicine, you don’t have to thank me.” She truly meant what she said. Compared to what he had done to help her, what she had done was barely even worth mentioning at all, especially considering that the reason he had gotten sick in the first place was because he had saved Isabel. Thomas did not answer but regarded her with a quiet look. She was used to having him stare at her like this by now. She was not bothered by this
”It’s up to me to decide what’s good for me.” Thomas declared with a tinge of hardness in his voice. Sylvia frowned sternly, "She's your mother, you can't just ignore her feelings.” "I'll change her mind and make her give us her blessings.” He insisted adamantly. Sylvia could not help but turn to look at him. The look in his eyes did not contain the usual stillness within them. Instead, they now looked deep and filled with an immeasurable darkness, as if they were bottomless pools. There was a stubbornness in his eyes, mixed with something she could not recognize. It suddenly seemed as if there was no challenge in this world that would be too great for him. It took Sylvia a while before she came back to her senses. She stated solemnly, “Things are not as simple as you think." He immediately answered, “It’s not as complicated as you think it is either. I can handle anything as long as you are willing to let me.” Sylvia fell silent for several seconds, before sh
Sylvia continued to purse her lips as she stayed silent. Thomas suddenly laughed out loud, the sound of his laughter was soft but full of satisfaction. Immediately after that, he pulled Sylvia into his arms. He did it very gently, as if Sylvia was a precious vase that was extremely fragile. Sylvia was not used to being in such close contact with him and instinctively felt the urge to push him away. However, the moment she touched him she could feel the abnormal heat emanating from his body. He was still feverish. Frowning, she drew her hand back. After allowing him to hold her for a while, she insisted again, “Thomas, it's time for you to rest.” “Alright.” He promptly drew away upon hearing this, then he stroked her head gently and spoke softly, “I’ll go to sleep now. You should head back to your room to rest as well.” "Hmm," Sylvia answered and walked out. As she stepped outside, she turned to close the door and stole a glance at him while doing so. He
Sylvia was astonished. She was usually not a picky eater and was fine with eating just about anything. She had rarely, if ever, told anyone what her favorite dish was. With that said, a large assortment of her favorite foods had been laid out across the table. The plates that Thomas pushed toward her were filled with the foods that she particularly liked having for breakfast. Even Aunt Tonya probably did not know that these were her favorites. How had he known? Sylvia's eyes widened and she blurted out, “Thomas, how did you know what my favorite dishes were?” Thomas smirked with satisfaction and spoke softly, “Knowing what your favorite foods are should be one of the most basic pieces of information that your suitor should have.” Sylvia felt her face growing hot. Very well. She lowered her head to avoid his gaze, then she picked up the utensils and began to eat. Everything she ate tasted just the same as she remembered them. She was so touched that she