Chapter 11 Regret Waiting for You

She nodded, "Okay." Isabella scooped up a spoonful, opened her mouth, and took a bite. The porridge was cooked to perfection, soft and smooth. She didn't know how Vincent made it. It looked like plain white porridge, but surprisingly, it was delicious. After finishing a mouthful, Isabella noticed Vincent staring at her. She thought for a moment and said to him, "Since Mr. Vincent has nothing to do, why not help me count how many mouthfuls I've had?" Vincent quickly nodded, eager to comply. Normally, he had to be cautious about staring at people too much, afraid that his intense gaze might scare Isabella. But now, he could openly stare at her. Isabella successfully finished a bowl of porridge, patted her stomach, feeling like she could have another. "Another bowl, please," she said. Vincent took the bowl and refused without hesitation, "That's enough. You shouldn't eat more. Overeating will make you sick." Isabella's stomach was full, her spirits lifted, and her moo