Classic Novel
Chapter 203
Chapter 203
Chapter 203 Who Cooked the Porridge
The touch of her lips was soft, slightly cold, and a bit sweet.
He found himself uncontrollably falling into it.
Colbert sensed a physiological change and immediately moved back a bit, not continuing the kiss.
He felt as though he was playing with fire.
Even though she had the same face as Alva, why couldn't he be interested in Alva?
He was somewhat infatuated with the unique scent of Eudora, a fragrance that was very familiar,
making Colbert feel relaxed, comfortable, and enjoyable.
He held her like that and slept for a while, until her breath became steady, and she fell into a deep
sleep. Only then did Colbert let her go, clumsily leaving the bedroom.
Between them, it was necessary to keep a distance. Otherwise, Colbert found it hard to believe that he
could lose control of himself in front of Eudora.
The uncontrollable physiological reaction made Colbert very unhappy.
The next day.
Like the past few days, Eudora got up at seven in the morning, while Colbert was already up.
He was eating in the dining room. Eudora glanced at the food on the table and sniffed the fragrant
smell in the living room, but she only poured a cup of boiled water to drink.
In the dining room, Colbert glanced at her. "Come and eat."
Eudora stood aside, shaking her head as she drank water. "No thanks, I'll pass."
The past two days she ate porridge, costing three hundred dollars for a single portion.
If she ate it again today, it would be another three hundred dollars!
Too expensive, she couldn't afford it.
"Gurgle!"
At this moment, Eudora's stomach betrayed her by growling loudly, making her awkwardly rub her
stomach and immediately turn around to sit on the living room couch.
Seeing her embarrassed appearance, Colbert couldn't help but smile. "No charge."
"No charge?"
Hearing him say it was free, Eudora's eyes lit up. She immediately put down her cup of water, walked
over to Colbert, and asked, "Really, no charge?"
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Especially for an outrageously expensive breakfast, she couldn't afford it.
"Yes."
"Hehehe, brother, you're the best."
Eudora, who took advantage of the situation, giggled a bit, her mouth sweet as if honey was spread on
it. She called him 'bro,' then sat across from Colbert, looking down at the oatmeal in her bowl. "What
kind of porridge is it today?"
"Strawberry oatmeal."
"Just to my taste."
She scooped up a spoonful of oatmeal with great pleasure, and tasted a bit. "Delicious."
Chewing carefully, savoring the rich oatmeal, she sincerely sighed. "Where on earth did you get this
oatmeal? It tastes so amazing, is it expensive? Can I afford it?"