Leah felt her face heat up under his unabashed gaze and asked evasively, "Why haven't you left yet?"
Richard Shaw retracted his gaze and said calmly, "I haven't had dinner, came over to eat."
The man had already set the table for her, pulled out the chair, poured the red wine, and even adjusted the lighting to a warm tone, making it look like a candlelit dinner.
During those years in Switzerland, Richard Shaw often did the same thing. Those were truly the periods when they were in love.
Each time he cooked a sumptuous meal for her, in the evening the man would want another sort of feast. Leah looked at the specially ordered red wine and steak, and felt inexplicably stirred, promptly banishing such impure thoughts from her mind.
"Don't you need to go back to accompany Grandma Shaw and Thomas Shaw?" Leah sat down, placed the napkin on her lap, and felt a trace of security as she buried herself in eating the steak.
