All she thought while heading to the kitchen was how to convince Charles from stopping her from painting.

In fact, even when she started cooking, her mind was wandering elsewhere.

How could she make that painting different from when the outlines clearly resembled the structure of her face? The last thing she wanted right now was to arouse his suspicion once he saw the finished product.

"Nancy, are you going to starve me to death?" Charles' impatient tone suddenly resounded. He had already walked in the kitchen, obviously starving.

"I want to cook more dishes," Nancy answered absent-mindedly, her eyes blankly staring at the stove.

"Okay, let me help you." After saying that, Charles approached the sink and washed his hands. And then, he began to wash vegetables too.

"I have a class reunion the day after tomorrow. Do you think I should go or not?" Although Nancy sounded casual, she certainly wanted his opinion on the matter.

"Why not? You haven't seen your classmates for so many years. Don't you miss them?" Charles asked in curiosity. His focus was still on the water running through the vegetables.

"Exactly why I’m hesitant to attend. We haven’t seen each other for so long that everything doesn’t seem the same anymore. I don’t know how or where to start talking to them." This time, Nancy turned to face Charles. Her eyes were filled with so much doubt and relucta

d!" Helpless, Nancy had no choice but to agree with him.

And for a second, worry flashed through her eyes. It was already late at night, and Charles was inconvenienced because of her patient, so it was natural for her to feel that way.

Although it flashed away instantly, Charles still captured her worry for him. And frankly, it warmed his heart even more.

So, raising his hand, he clasped the back of her head and gently kissed her forehead before asking, "Are you worried about me?"

"Yes. After all, you’re doing this for my patient, so it's normal for me to worry about you, isn't it?" Nancy replied vaguely, trying to dismiss it once and for all.

"Thank you for your concern. I will be careful." At this moment, a sense of satisfaction welled up in his heart.

It was enough for him to know that she cared. And knowing that she did, Charles thought that deep down, Nancy still felt something for him.

Hyped with that thought, he walked faster than usual, whistled, and even jumped on his way downstairs.

At the same time, Nancy was left looking at the back while leaning against the banister and smiling gently.

After changing his shoes in the hallway, he turned around and saw that Nancy was still looking at him. He blinked at her and said, "Go back to your room and wait for me."

She waved her hand at him.

And the silly man that Charles was blew her a loving kiss.