Lydia lowered her head, her emotions complicated.The food tasted bland in her mouth, and her long eyelashes trembled, masking her nervousness.Suddenly, a slender hand reached across the table and touched Lydia's chin.Startled, Lydia instinctively slapped it away. "What are you doing?"Lambert's hand was immediately reddened by the slap, but he didn't seem to mind.He kept his eyes fixed on Lydia. "Nothing, you had a piece of vegetable on your face."Lydia blushed at his words, feeling a mix of anger and embarrassment.She lowered her head and resumed eating, her mouth moving rapidly, looking just like Wythe beside her—like two hamsters.Wythe, observing the scene, rolled his eyes internally. Even with amnesia, Dad's tricks were still top-notch.The breakfast was awkward and bizarre, though Lambert found it immensely satisfying. After breakfast, Lydia thought Lambert wouldn't bother her again.However, within half an hour, he returned, this time claiming he had no cleaning cloths an
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