Chapter 434

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“Alright then,” Linsey said, feeling a little shy at his words. Her tone shifted to something more playful. “I’ll hold the bowl for you, and you can drink the soup with the spoon.”
But Collin gently pulled the bowl back, refusing to let Linsey take it.
Linsey blinked, confused. “You can’t drink with one hand.”
Collin nodded seriously. “That’s exactly why you should feed me.”
Linsey couldn’t stop herself from laughing and playfully teased, “I could just hold the bowl for you.”
“No way.” Collin’s face remained serious, as though he were discussing a matter of great importance. “The bowl is too heavy. The spoon is lighter.”
What nonsense!
Despite the ridiculousness of it all, Linsey couldn’t help but smile warmly. She hadn’t been wrong before. Collin really was acting quite childish!
She let out a playful sigh. “Alright, since you’re injured, I’ll give in this time. Consider it me granting one of your little wishes.”
Collin grinned and played along. “Thank you, darling, for indulging me. I feel so honored.”
His words brought a smile to Linsey’s face, and she was more than happy to feed him.
Linsey picked up the spoon, carefully scooping a bit of the chicken soup from the bowl. The rich aroma of the soup filled the air, with a faint steam rising from the surface.
She brought the spoon close, blowing gently on the soup before carefully bringing it to Collin’s lips. “Be careful, it’s hot.”
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Linsey made sure to handle the spoon with care, worried that the soup might burn him.
Meanwhile, Collin’s gaze remained fixed on her face. He was clearly captivated by her, his attention far from the soup.
Luckily, Linsey was too focused on feeding him to notice how dazed he looked.
After Collin took a couple of sips, Linsey nervously asked, “How does it taste?”
Startled, Collin snapped back to reality and quickly answered, “It’s amazing. The soup’s rich and full of flavor, the seasoning is perfect, and it’s not greasy at all. Honestly, it’s better than any chicken soup I’ve ever had.”
Linsey listened, a satisfied smile spreading across her face. “I’m glad you like it. I really put a lot of effort into getting this recipe just right.”
Collin offered a subtle smile and glanced at the thermos on the table. “It’s excellent. I could honestly drink all of this chicken soup.”
“Sure, why not? It’s all yours. If you like it that much, I’ll prepare more for you tomorrow,” Linsey responded with a wide smile.
When he heard this, Collin’s expression showed a hint of concern. “Your hand is injured. I don’t want you to overdo it.”
“Chicken soup is perfect for your recovery. I’ll ask the maid to make it and bring it over tomorrow,” Linsey conceded. This way, he could enjoy the soup without her risking further injury.
With that settled, Linsey continued to feed Collin the chicken soup. Before they knew it, the thermos was almost empty.
Next door, Gorman had been eagerly waiting for Linsey since the morning. But as noon passed, she still hadn’t shown up.
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