When she touched his hot body, Wendy Cassia paused and almost dropped the hot soup.
Louis Wellington raised his head and looked at her. The little woman's face without any make-up was still very beautiful and a little softer. He was absent-minded for a moment.
After putting the soup on the table, Wendy stepped back and grabbed the bowl with her hand hanging on her side. It was true that she was also nervous at that moment. Wendy's throat moved slightly and pointed at the bowl on the table. "Drink it. You will be much more comfortable."
"Okay."
Louis replied obediently. He picked it up with one hand and drank it up.
Louis felt much more relaxed as if a warm current was pouring into his chest. He put down the bowl and said to Wendy softly, "Thank you."