Chapter 141: Chapter 141

Chapter 141 Being Coquettish

The ashtray was heavy. Peyton found it a bit difficult to hold it with one hand.

She even wondered if she smashed Nolan with this ashtray, would the blood flowing from his head

splash onto her face.

When she realized she had such thoughts, Peyton was startled.

At that moment, Nolan turned around and looked at her. Their eyes

met.

Before he could speak, Peyton quickly said, “Why did you smoke so much?”

The moment Nolan saw her, his first thought was that Peyton wanted to hit him with an ashtray. It

wasn’t until he heard her speak that he dispelled his doubts.

He had a calm face and a cold expression as he said, “Does this concern you?”

His cold tone was filled with disdain. Peyton put down the ashtray and thought that if she had to take

action next time, she would need to grab something sharper.

She suppressed her discomfort and reached out to tug on Nolan’s sleeve, whispering, “Um…I said

something really mean this morning. I’m sorry.”

Nolan’s gaze fell on Peyton’s face. Her already fair skin looked a bit pale under the cold light. Her face

was not made up.

Although Peyton was pretty, she didn’t have much energy.

But Peyton looked undoubtedly adorable.

Nolan couldn’t stand it when Peyton used to tug at his clothes and act cute in the past. Whenever she

did that, he would agree to any of her requests.

“Where’s the food?” His words finally cased the tension.

“I’m here.” Peyton quickly placed the food in front of him.

She prepared simple home–cooked dishes, but they were exactly to his taste.

Nolan hadn’t eaten the food she cooked for a long time, and her gaze lingered on them for a while.

He remembered the first time she cooked for him in the kitchen. She was clumsy, but she had a serious

look on her face.

That day, her hand was burned and had a few blisters, but she didn’t care. After finishing the plating,

she smiled and put the food in front of him, “Here you go. I made this. Even if you think they don’t taste

good, you still have to bear with it.”

Back then, she was always smiling. Unlike now, even when she stood by his side, there was no

confidence on her face, only caution and prudence.

Noticing that Nolan remained silent, Peyton cautiously asked, “The food was kept warm. They haven’t

cooled down. Try it.”

She handed the chopsticks to Nolan. He didn’t refuse.

Nolan–tasted the long–lost flavor. The taste could easily take one back to the familiar past.

“Was it delicious?” she asked nervously.

Nolan was very unhappy. Since when did she become so meek and submissive?

“Didn’t you scold me vigorously this morning?” he looked up at her.

Peyton pursed her lips and said, “I’m sorry, I was a little out of control at the time.”

“Have you eaten?”

Peyton thought of himself eating in the kitchen until he hiccuped, and said faintly with drooping eyelids,

“Not yet. I’m afraid the food will get cold.”

Nolan pulled her onto his lap and said, “Let’s cat together.”

Peyton pretended to be at a loss, “But…”

Nolan put a spoonful of soup to her mouth. Peyton drank the stuck out her tongue, “It’s hot…”

soup and

Looking at her pitiful face, Nolan blew on the soup before feeding it to her. “It’s not hot anymore.”

“Oh.” She obediently drank the soup, thinking to herself that she must not burp after being full.

She had just thought about it when a sound escaped uncontrollably from her throat.

“Burp.”