Chapter 317

What kind of question was that? Cedrick clearly did not give Catelyn another choice.

She secretly glanced at Eason, still feeling embarrassed.

Eason, however, quickly left upon sensing the awkward atmosphere in the room.

With that, Catelyn had no more excuses. She opened her mouth obediently and let Cedrick feed her with the spoon.

Cedrick's way of feeding was obviously a bit blunt, but he was gentle. When Catelyn had some soup droplets at the corner of her mouth, Cedrick would lovingly wipe it clean with a napkin.

Catelyn's initial resistance to the feeding gradually turned into enjoyment. She could feel her stomach warming as the warm soup slid into her esophagus.

Catelyn could not help but admire Cedrick's gentle movements. She glanced at his beautiful jaw and realized that she had not seen it up close before.

What a perfect-looking jaw… Catelyn wondered what it would feel like to give it a poke.

However, she looked at Cedrick's deep, cold eyes, and decided that it was perha