The CEO's Wife Is Super Charming-Chapter 314 - 311: Perhaps He Loves Me
She looked up and smiled at him, and he gazed at her tenderly, with eyes that only saw her, as if shutting out everything else in the world.
As she smiled, Elliana Lyle suddenly felt a bit sad, reaching out to touch his face, her fingertips feeling his warm skin.
It’s been more than a year since she was reborn, and in this year, many things have happened, entirely different from her previous life. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎
During this period, Norman Bennett has always been by her side. Accompaniment doesn’t mean being physically present; in her past life, he was always around too.
That car often appeared near the Southwell Family’s residence; perhaps when she went out, Norman was inside watching her.
Watching her being bullied, watching her happy, watching her sad.
"Norman Bennett, why are you... so nice?" So nice that she found it unbelievable.
This voice entered the man’s ears, soft as a southern breeze, like a whisper by the ear.
Looking at the little girl in his arms gazing up at him, her eyes misted over, her small nose wrinkled occasionally, as if about to cry.
But there was no sign of tears; it seemed she was feeling sentimental, though he didn’t know what she was thinking about, but it certainly involved him.
Helplessly sighing, a faint smile curled at his lips as he gently ruffled the girl’s head, lovingly reprimanding, "Silly girl."
With that, he lifted her horizontally into his arms, their gazes locked, their noses almost touching.
He could smell the sweet scent of the little girl, slightly sweet but not overwhelming.
Though he generally didn’t like sweets, he was fond of this scent.
Elliana Lyle turned her eyes aside a little awkwardly, murmuring, "Claire White said I’m not in good health, you know, you want to kiss me, I don’t mind, but don’t ’blame’ me for not giving you later."
"Did I say... I wanted to kiss you? Hmm?"
His words were gentle, yet inexplicably infuriating, especially with the smile in Norman Bennett’s eyes that he couldn’t hide at the moment.
As if deliberately teasing her!
"Norman Bennett... you... you put me down!"
Now she wasn’t feeling sentimental at all; she wished she could throw him out the window.
Her face burning hot, she didn’t want to look into his eyes even more.
"Be good." The man placed a hand on her stomach and asked, "Are you hungry? What do you want to eat?"
It was almost noon, and she hadn’t felt hungry until he mentioned it.
As soon as he said it, her stomach began to feel empty.
She really wanted to eat something, but lately, she’s lost interest in spicy food, maybe because she knows what her health is like.
She couldn’t act recklessly just because she was young. She is young, but that doesn’t mean she’s invincible.
Somewhere along the way, she developed a particular fear of death; she wasn’t afraid of getting hurt but of not being able to continue being with Norman Bennett.
She wants to be with him, to grow old together.
So she said, "I want a bowl of beef porridge, some sweet and sour pork, and stir-fried romaine lettuce."
Then, without forgetting to ask back, "What do you want to eat? There’s quite a lot of sweet and sour pork, why don’t you get a bowl of rice, and we can share."
"You want porridge and rice." The man tapped her nose and finally agreed, "Okay."
He understands her, truly understands her.
Probably since a long, long time ago.
Back then, she liked eating noodles from a little diner, but two servings weren’t enough, and she felt shy to order more since it’s rare for a girl to eat three servings.
Though Norman Bennett usually ate three, he would quietly order four and then, casually, share some with her.
Preserving her "face."
