Chapter 27

Aimee did not expect Patrick to be so perceptive.

She ladled another spoonful to Patrick’s mouth and said, “Isn’t that good? I’m

still a good cook.”

This time, however, Patrick’s lips were tightly closed and his eyes were

defensive as he looked at Aimee.

“What for? Afraid I’ll poison you?” Aimee frowned, annoyed at Patrick’s lack of

respect.

Patrick said, “It’s true, I was afraid you’d do something.”

Aimee’s eyes flickered, if not for the fact that someone might come in at any

moment, she really wanted to squeeze Patrick’s mouth and pour the soup in

the pot directly.

She said, “Then you don’t have to think so, I just have this in mind for you, but

not for grandpa, who is drinking now, so you don’t have to worry.”

Patrick didn’t miss the emotion that passed through Aimee’s eyes, and he

narrowed his eyes, becoming even more certain that Aimee had tampered

with the soup.

However, for some reason, Patrick is not averse to this behavior.

On the contrary, the interest is qu