Shawn's Handmade

When she woke up again, it was early in the morning of the second day.

Her stomach was growling with hunger, and the aroma of food wafted in from outside.

Ivy got out of bed and walked to the living room, where she saw Shawn sitting in his wheelchair, busy among various pots and pans in the kitchen. Mr. Luke was standing nearby, looking anxious, and he reached out a few times to offer help, but Shawn glared at him, making him immediately withdraw his hand.

"Mr. Luke, come and sit down," Ivy said. She felt that Shawn was being somewhat ungrateful for treating someone who had always helped him like this.

"No, no, I can help watch." The personal assistant smiled and replied, "Mr. Tate said he would make porridge for you, and I'm just here to assist."

Shawn turned his head back around. "You should rest on the sofa; you'll be better soon."

Sweat glistened on his forehead, dripping down to the tip of his nose, shining brightly. He was wearing an apron with Peppa Pig, which his mother h