Christopher Hart turned off the stove and looked at her.
The autumn was deepening, and there was a hint of chill in the air morning and evening.
Yet he was only in a shirt, sweating profusely from being so busy.
His deep eyes fixed on the woman's indifferent beauty, he raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead before speaking slowly, "Who said that everything I'm doing is to impress you?"
The woman raised her eyelashes as if to question, is that not the case?
"I'm trying to bridge the gap with the children and, by doing so, ease my own conscience a bit. As for whether you appreciate it, that's up to you."
"Is that so?" Amelia Garcia wouldn't be fooled by his few words and immediately responded, "If I tell you to leave now, will you leave?"
Christopher Hart was about to pour out the chicken soup when he stopped at her words, then turned back to look at her.