Phoebe... Uncle?
Fifteen lifted her face, watching the gentle man smiling in front of her.
The pink eyes before her were full of affection, those eyes were enough to melt a person's heart.
Fifteen suddenly felt she was so foolish, how could she deny everything just because of one word from him.
If he didn't care about her, how could he always be by her side to take care of her?
"Phoebe..." Fifteen bit her lip, "I'm sorry."
"Silly girl, it's me who should be saying sorry." Phoebe gave her a smile and stood up from the chair, "I'll go check, your dinner should be here."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a knock on the door.
Phoebe opened the door to see a maid outside holding a tray with food prepared for Fifteen.
Seeing him, the maid handed the tray over to him.
"I'll go prepare breakfast first!"
Phoebe took the tray, and the maid immediately bowed to him and hurriedly turned away, as if afraid he might ask her to stay.
