Edwin guided Laura back to their cozy abode.

His affection for her ran deep, and he insisted she relax on the sofa while he took charge of the cooking duties.

As Laura indulged in watching TV, Edwin emerged from the kitchen, bearing a plate filled with succulent strawberries.

The vibrant red hues of the fruit were truly captivating.

Laura cradled the plate with pure delight. After savoring a strawberry, she picked another and extended it toward Edwin.

However, Edwin didn't partake in the strawberries. Instead, he leaned in, tenderly kissed her on the Lips, and then wore a gentle smile as he resumed cooking.

A rosy blush painted Laura's cheeks.

But her desire to be by his side overcame her shyness. She trailed after him into the kitchen, strawberries in tow.

Edwin hoisted her onto the kitchen counter.

His rolled-up sleeves revealed a wristwatch worth several million dollars. In a hushed tone, Laura murmured, "I could always live with my parents, so you wouldn't have to toil so hard.”

“Are you feeling sorry for me?" Edwin inquired, his smile warm and inviting.

Laura did indeed harbor a sense of pity for him, but she chose to keep it to herself, engrossed in the task of savoring strawberries from the plate.

Edwin's gaze remained fixed upon her, a smile gracing his lips.

After a brief silence, Laura suddenly broached a subject that had been weighing on her mind.

“Even if Miss Smith ever approaches me again, I won't hand you over to her."

The corners of Edwin's lips reached his eyes.

Without a word, Laura hopped down from her perch, nestling against his back as she softly murmured, "Honestly, I do care. She's so beautiful and accomplished. At the time, I genuinely believed you were going to marry her."

Edwin glanced back at her.

He chose to remain silent. Sensing that the conversation had run its course, Laura didn't say anything further.

She simply tightened her embrace. In her own way, she could be a bit childish at times.