Chapter 208: Chapter 210

Chapter 210 Agnes said, “What’s with you Whitfield folks? Can’t you show a bit of gratitude?”

For some reason, looking at Ryder reminded her of Jared.

She felt stifled inside She couldn’t vent her anger on Jared, so she took it out on Ryder.

After all, he was Jared’s nephew and he looked a lot like Jared.

Noticing Agnes’s mood, Ryder’s expression shifted slightly, “Did you have a fight with Jared?”

Agnes placed a food box on the table and opened it one by one, “No”

“Then why do you look upset?”

“Maybe because the soup I cooked isn’t tasty.”

Ryder fell silent for a while.

After a long pause, he finally said, “Your soup is delicious”

Agnes was taken aback.

Then she suddenly turned her head She looked into Ryder’s eyes.

Ryder’s ears immediately turned red, and then he looked away.

Agnes, however, burst out laughing.

He complimented her and was actually shy about it.

Although Ryder was mostly cold and moody like Jared, he occasionally showed a cute side.

Agnes felt a little better.

Holding a bowl of soup, she teased him, “What did you say just now? I didn’t hear clearly, say it again.”

Ryder turned shy. “I didn’t say anything”

Agnes laughed, “You just said my breakfast was delicious, but now you’re denying it, why so shy? Compliment me, I’ll be happy, and I’ll cook more delicious food for you Ryder didn’t say anything Agnes passed the soup, “Here, today’s breakfast is Italian chicken soup, I started cooking it last night.”

Ryder finally turned around and reached out to take it.

But he just changed the bandage this morning, and it was a bit tight, causing a sudden pain in his chest when he moved.

Ryder clutched his chest and grunted.

Agnes became worried, “Are you okay?”

Ryder shook his head, Tm fine Agnes saw him pick up the bowl with a frown.

Every move seemed stiff, as if he was enduring pain.

Agnes immediately took the bowl back, “Don’t move, let me feed you.”

Although Ryder seemed reluctant, he didn’t object.

Agnes brought a chair over to the bed and sat down.

Ryder sat on the bed.

Agnes scooped up a spoonful of soup and brought it to Ryder’s mouth.

But Ryder was staring at Agnes’s face, as if in a daze.

Agnes urged, “What are you daydreaming about? Open your mouth.”

Ryder snapped out of it and obediently took a small sip.

Agnes looked at him expectantly. “How’s it taste?”

Ryder didn’t look into Agnes’s eyes, but he still nodded and said softly. “Delicious.”

Agnes’s mood suddenly improved a lot, You’re the cutest.”

Ryder blushed and retorted, “Who’s cute?”

Agnes teased him with a smile, “You look really cute, obedient and cute”

“I’m not Oscar”

You’re even cuter than Oscar”

Agnes enjoyed teasing Ryder more and more, mainly because seeing his usually icy face imitated was a pleasure.

At this moment, a tall figure had been standing at the door for a while...