Marriage And Love Again

Victor held the Coke, looked up at her, his eyes fell on Izabella’s reddened earlobes, his heart fluttered, and his grip on Izabella’s hand subconsciously tightened a few points.

Marcus came back from the adult side and saw the situation: “What’s wrong, did you burn yourself?”

Izabella’s heart was weak, and she subconsciously tried to pull her hand back, only to have Victor clasp it tighter.

Victor looked up at Marcus as if he hadn’t noticed Izabella’s movement and made a rare joke: “No, Marcus’s roasted eggplant smells so good.”

Izabella was already embarrassed, and when Victor said so, she was even more embarrassed.

Marcus glanced at Izabella: “Is it serious? I’ll get the scalding medicine.”

Izabella hastened to stop it: “It’s just a little burn, it’s not serious Marcus.”

At this point, Victor let go, revealing that the area on Izabella’s index finger that had been burned was red, but thankfully, not blistered.

“It’s not serious, it’s just red.”

Izabella’s hand got free and hastily withdrew it and touched it down.

In fact, not very painful, just her thin skin, gently burned red, the skin is still white, so look a little serious.

“It’s not very painful.”

Marcus rubbed her head: “Don’t rush, what you want to eat brother baked for you.”

Victor opened the coke he had just given Izabella to cover his hands, looked at her with peachy eyes and tilted his head and took a big sip.

This time the boy just grew up, the lines of the face is not yet harsh, but just tilted up the head, the throat knot clear and clear.

Izabella’s face grew hotter and hotter as he looked at her.

The place where she was burned on her hand no longer feels anything, but the back of her hand that was held by Victor seems to still have the temperature of Victor’s palm until now.

She subconsciously curled up her five fingers, head down and pursed her lips, her vision suddenly appeared a bottle of Wang Laoji, “Drink this.”

It was handed over by Victor.

Izabella hastily reached out to take it, “Thank you Victor.”

Victor looked at her askance, “Drinking now?”

Izabella didn’t react for a moment, stunned, “Huh?”

She had just asked a question when Victor had already lifted the cap off the bottle for her, and reached over and stuck a straw in it for her.

“Thanks Victor.”

Victor listened to her say thank you a second time and couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow, “Why do you like saying thank you so much?”

Izabella took a swig of Wanglaoji, not knowing how to answer Victor’s question, so she had to keep her head down and watch Marcus roasting the eggplant on the side.

When she didn’t say anything, Victor hummed and took a pair of chopsticks from the side and handed them to her, “Eat.”

Izabella took the chopsticks and was just about to say thank you again when she looked up and met Victor’s eyes, she was embarrassed and had to swallow her words, “Oh.”

The roasted eggplant has been sitting for a while and is not so hot anymore.

The eggplant Marcus grilled was so fragrant that it was comparable to the ones from the barbecue stalls outside.

Izabella loves eggplant, and once on her birthday, her grandmother took her to a barbecue stand and ordered her a grilled eggplant, which was the best grilled eggplant she could ever remember eating.

Not long after that, Grandma left her alone.

Later Izabella went back to the barbecue stand and ordered a grilled eggplant, but it didn’t taste like that at all.

After four or five years, Izabella’s eyes got a little hot when she suddenly remembered this thing.

She hadn’t thought of her grandmother for a long time, and now that she did, her originally pleasant mood was somewhat inexplicably low.

To one side, Victor leaned back in his recliner for a while, Marcus was grilling chicken wings and eggplant on the side, and Izabella was eating the eggplant with her head down.

Izabella always swallows slowly and seriously when she eats.

This time she ate seriously, people lowered their heads in eating that roasted eggplant, did not look up for a long time.

Victor looked at her and felt something was wrong, raised an eyebrow and called out to her, “Izabella?”

Hearing Victor beside her call herself, Izabella stiffened and blinked her eyes in a hurry to force back her tears.

It took two seconds before she looked up at him, “What is it, Victor?”

Victor gave her a look, his eyes fell to the roasted eggplant sitting on her lap, eating for several minutes, how come it seemed like it hadn’t been touched?

When Izabella saw that he didn’t say anything, she followed his line of sight and looked down at the tray she was holding, hesitated, and handed the roasted eggplant to Victor: “Do you want to eat too, Victor?”

Victor does not like eggplant, let alone roasted eggplant, he frowned in disgust and opened his mouth to say no, his eyes fell inside her eyes, after a pause, he suddenly changed his mouth: “Do not you like to eat?”

Izabella was embarrassed: “Marcus is baking.”

On the side Marcus heard her call herself and turned his head over and smiled: “Almost done.”

He said, glancing at Victor: “I thought you didn’t like eggplant?”

“It smells pretty good.”

Victor was a bit vain and touched his nose.© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

Marcus didn’t think much of it: “The roasted eggplant is really good, you can try it.”

He said, putting the roasted eggplant in his hand towards Izabella: “Here, Izabella, it’s ready.”

“Thanks Marcus.”

With the new roasted eggplant, Izabella naturally couldn’t give Victor the one she had eaten, she directly handed him the new one: “Victor, you eat this.”

Victor didn’t pick it up: “I’ll just taste it.”

He said, took the chopsticks and put a little into his mouth.

With the high summer temperatures, the eggplant was still warm even though it had been baked for more than 10 minutes.

Izabella saw him put some in his mouth and looked at Victor with some expectation, “Is it good, Victor?”

After she asked, she added seriously, “It’s delicious.”

Well, it’s okay, it’s edible.

Of course, that’s not what Victor said, “It’s pretty tasty.”

Izabella was a little happy to hear him say that, “Marcus is so good at his craft.”

Victor raised an eyebrow and pulled the eggplant he had just put on the grill directly from Marcus’ hand to his heel: “I’ll try it.”

Marcus thought Victor had suddenly fallen in love with grilled eggplant and smiled, “Eggplant absorbs oil, you put more oil in it or it will burn.”

“Hmm.”

Victor responded, but didn’t really take Marcus’ words to heart.

Izabella’s difficult mood was instantly improved by Victor’s interruption, and she ate her favorite roasted eggplant while looking at Victor: “Victor, you can roast eggplant too?”

She would not, either burnt or baked, or dry and not at all tasty.

“It’s not hard.”

Victor squared up his body, intending to seriously roast the eggplant in front of this heel.

Izabella finished the portion of roasted eggplant in her hand, and the freshly roasted portion was not so hot.

She pulled it over and asked Victor, “Victor are you eating?”

“I’m baking, it’s not convenient, you eat.”

Izabella looked at him, blinked, replaced a new pair of chopsticks, took the eggplant meat and passed it to his lips, “This new one, still hot, tastes better.”

Victor gave a rare start, looked askance at Izabella, opened his mouth and bit down on the chopsticks, taking the eggplant inside his mouth.