Chapter 84

Then Simona didn't dare to move. She watched him unbutton the bags one by one, opened the lid of the lunch box, and unwrapped the packaging of the spoon and chopsticks. Simona's eyebrows twitched. She reached out her hand and said, "I can do it myself." He turned around and looked at her coldly. His slender fingers covered the transparent lunch box, and his right hand was holding a spoon. He just lifted his eyelids slightly and said, "it's not convenient." Then he sat down in front of her bed and began to stir the porridge in his hands. He looked as if he was praying. His eyes were fixed on the bowl of porridge with in his hand. Sitting on the bed, Simona opened her mouth, but finally swallowed the words in her throat. The sun fell on his eyebrows, and his slender fingers were twirling the spoon. At this time, Matthew was gentle. She suddenly didn't want to disturb such Matthew. There were too many times when the two of them fought against each other. Every time they met, they wo