Lily Shaw smiled without saying anything, pulling his wrist forcefully, and turned around first so the man wouldn't see her exceptionally beautiful smile.
This man is really adorably childish.
An hour and a half later, the two lay on the sofa with their round bellies, Lily Shaw was too lazy to even lift a finger, she couldn't be bothered to look at the dishes on the dining table.
After watching TV for a while, she turned her head only to realize the person who was supposed to be sitting next to her had disappeared.
A sudden thought sprang to her mind, and she stealthily made her way to the kitchen door, watching the man with his back to her as he diligently scrubbed the dishes, smiling softly.
Those aristocrats who have been paying attention to Eldest Young Master Grant would never have imagined that he, born with a silver spoon, would personally wash dishes, right?
But now, he's facing away from her, diligently washing the dishes.
