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Chapter 147 Gavin Was Allergic To Flour

Huh?

Arissa looked at him in confusion.

Her face turned inexplicably redder when her eyes met Benjamin’s soulful and enticing eyes.

However, the memory of his distasteful words from last night shattered any longing that just sprouted.

“Yes, Graham!”

She nodded as she spoke, then turned to head down the stairs.

Benjamin’s personable face darkened as he stared at Arissa’s back. He grunted softly before heading

out for his morning run.

Arissa turned her head to catch a quick look.

As she saw his cold silhouette head toward the door, the corner of her lips drooped slightly.

Just a moment ago, she thought Benjamin was at least slightly interested in her, but it seemed she was

overthinking things.

Arissa patted her cheeks to make herself come to her senses before going to the kitchen.

Edwin greeted her merrily, “Good morning, Ms. York!”

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“Good morning, Edwin!” Arissa greeted him back with a smile.

“Are you up this early because you’re hungry, Ms. York? I just made some oatmeal porridge!”

Edwin looked at her ardently, and she could sense his friendliness.

She smiled and answered, “No, I just want to make something tasty for Gavin!”

“I’ll be troubling you then, Ms. York. Gavin is allergic to flour, so as long as there’s no flour in the food, it’s

okay.”

Arissa’s heart was torn at Edwin’s note of caution. She didn’t even know about Gavin’s allergy.

“Thank you for the reminder, Edwin! I will keep that in mind.”

Edwin nodded in reply and assisted her with making breakfast.

“Mr. Graham prefers a western-style breakfast.”

Arissa took a quick pause to smile at Edwin.

She was only making breakfast for her son, so she could not care less about Benjamin’s preferences.

After a few laps, Benjamin’s phone vibrated. It was from a bodyguard.

Soon, he received several photos.

Benjamin scrunched his brows as the pictures depicted Bradley leaving a building with a child.

So this man is actually living in her home.

His gaze fell upon the little kid, whose skin was as fair as snow and looked identical to Gavin.

A gentle look flashed across his eyes as his gaze lingered on the image of the kid for several moments.

He ran a few more laps before heading back.

The minute Benjamin stepped into the house, the tempting aroma of delicious food swamped him.

He headed toward the kitchen to see Arissa in an apron, busy cooking away at the stove.

It touched his heart, and the scene in front of him gratified him.

“What are you making?”

Benjamin’s sudden appearance startled her, making her drop her spoon in the boiling broth.

Some of it splashed outward and landed on the back of her hand.

Arissa backed away in a hurry, rubbing her hand.

He strode to her and pulled her hand over. He asked in a worried tone, “How could you be so careless?

Are you hurt?”

In a hurry, Arissa pulled her hand back when she felt the warmth of Benjamin’s hand.

“I’m fine! It’s just a little splash!”

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Benjamin glanced at her, then said, “Why are you being so fussy?”

The edge of Arissa’s lips twitched as she instantly blamed Benjamin, “If it weren’t for you popping up like

that, I wouldn’t have been startled.”

Doesn’t he know how dangerous startling a person can be?

He lifted his brow without even a hint of guilt.

“The way I see it, you’re just a scaredy-cat. I spoke at a normal volume, yet you jumped out of your skin.”

“I was focused on my cooking. I would obviously be startled if you suddenly talk to me out of nowhere!”

Arissa shot him a look before continuing cooking.

Benjamin’s gaze fell onto the back of her ears, which were a glistening white.

For convenience’s sake, Arissa pulled back her hair, exposing the nape of her neck.

From Benjamin’s point of view, it was seductive and feminine.

Arissa glanced to the side to lock eyes with his deep gaze. Her heart skipped a beat.

She averted her eyes, thinking he would walk away. Instead, he approached her.

She could feel him standing close behind her as she stirred the broth. Her heart raced.

“So, what are you making?”

Benjamin looked over at the pot, then at Arissa.

His hot breath tickled her neck as a tingling sensation pulled at her heartstrings.

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