"I don't care." He glanced at her, slowly retracting his hand, "I saved your life, and I'm not asking for you to marry me, just to cook a meal for me. What more are you dissatisfied with?"
"..."
"To be precise, the only meat dish you made was the one I gave you."
"..." Aldana Candi was at a loss for words. She didn't want to meet Philip Shaw, but with so few people on the island, unless she moved into the sea, how could she avoid him?
Seeing Philip Shaw poking at the cleaned vegetables again, Aldana Candi couldn't bear it and slapped his hand lightly, "Stop being a pain!"
Philip Shaw, unconcerned, said, "What's wrong with being a pain? I'm also being a nuisance."
Aldana Candi pursed her lips, her slender brows slightly furrowed, and bent to pick up that thin stool, saying to Philip Shaw, "Then I'll make you lunch."
Philip Shaw curled his lips slightly, glancing at the stool in her hands, "The stool in your hand was made by me too."
Aldana Candi's fingers tightened slightly.
