Does he really not sense the humility in his tone?
Abigail Hemsworth turned her head to the side, her voice indifferent: "Depends on what you want to do."
Travis Miller lightly tugged at his lips, "Okay, then you..."
"I'm going downstairs."
Abigail interrupted him, already walking out ahead.
Travis followed behind her.
The living room was empty.
Empty as if she had just played a scene in her mind alone.
Travis seemed unaware, seeing Abigail standing at the last step of the staircase, gazing wordlessly at the living room, he turned back and took her hand, leading her to the sofa, bending down to find the remote and turning on the TV.
"Sit here, it won't take long."
Abigail obediently sat down.
*
Half an hour later, the meal was served.
Looking at the dishes on the table, undoubtedly all catered to her taste.
