Seeing Victoria Gibson hesitating without taking the towel, he simply clasped the back of her head and gently wiped her face.
"I can... do it myself..." Victoria Gibson just opened her mouth, and her voice was muffled by the towel.
Chad Yakov, with the tenderness of caring for a child, finished wiping her face and carried her back to the restaurant.
He placed her on the chair and put the cutlery in her hands.
Then he leisurely walked to sit opposite her.
"I changed a few dishes today, try them and see if they're good." Chad Yakov's voice was very pleasant, especially when paired with his gentle eyes, it was easy to drown in the tenderness.
Victoria Gibson always felt like she hadn't woken up yet, this feeling was like being in a dream.
She wasn't alone; there was an extra prince, a prince that belonged to her.
When people get nervous, they instinctively become thirsty.
Victoria Gibson picked up the quilt beside her and took a large gulp.
