Chapter 1170 Your hands are for drawing designs, not for cooking.
Amelia tried to get off his lap, but he held onto her waist and wouldnât let her go.
âSit still, Iâll feed you.â
She wanted to refuse, but was afraid of his nagging, so she obediently sat there, waiting to be fed.
Before James fed her, he did something unusual and took out his phone to take a picture.
She leaned over to take a look and saw that he was editing his social media post. She widened her eyes in surprise.
âYouâre not really going to post this on social media, are you?â
His Adamâs apple moved slightly as he made a soft âmmâ sound.
He wanted to let Sebastian know that he also had a wife who brought him food.
âIf you want to post it, go ahead. But why did you tag Sebastian?â
âI donât like him.â
Your hands are for drawing dâ¦
âMr. CEO, is there anyone from the Evans family that you like?â
âNo.â
After he finished posting, he put down his phone, picked up the spoon, and fed Amelia the first bite, and then finished the rest of her food.
Amelia got off his lap and sat on the sofa next to him, propping her chin up with one hand, watching him eat slowly.
He was a bit of a clean freak, but he never minded her.
Her husband really loved her.
She felt sweet in her heart and looked at him with more affection.
She was willing to spend the rest of her life with him like this, hoping that heaven would bless them.
She watched him finish his meal and went to tidy up the insulated lunch box, but the man wouldnât let her touch it.
He took her hand, placed it in his palm, and lifted his beautiful star-like eyes to look at her.
âWife, donât do this anymore. Your hands are for drawing designs, not for cooking.â
Amelia, who was standing, leaned slightly forward and whispered in the manâs ear:
âIf you pick a lychee rose for me every morning, Iâll bring you lunch every day at noon. Letâs see who can keep it up until the end.â
James smiled, his eyes filled with sunshine that was as bright as the one outside the floor-to-ceiling window, making his eyebrows curve.
âWife, why are you so good to me?â
âItâs not that great. From now on, a chef will make it.â
She didnât have that much time to cook, butâ¦
âFor important holidays, Iâm still willing to cook for you myself.â
After Amelia finished speaking, she picked up the mouthwash and handed it to James.
It was his habit to clean his mouth after a meal.
The man took it and went to the bathroom.
As he came out, he saw her leaning against the bookshelf with a book on management in her hands.
She was standing in a spot where the sunlight was shining on her, and her face was giving off a faint halo in the sunlight.
Your hands are for drawing dâ¦
Her skin under the halo was white with a hint of red, smooth like a peeled egg, causing him to involuntarily tighten his lower abdomen.
The manâs originally clear eyes gradually became clouded with a hint of impure thoughts.
He shifted his gaze towards the lounge in the CEOâs office and thought about the bed insideâ¦