258 258: Her Pan-Fried Heart-Shaped Steak (9)

"Salty?" Liam Yancey appeared unperturbed. Despite her hold on his hand, he easily put the steak into his mouth.

"Don't deceive me. I tasted it just now. It's really salty!…"

"Really?" The man smirked, raising an eyebrow, "Didn't you know I have a strong palate?!"

With that, he forked another piece.

"Enough, enough…" Seeing him continue to eat, Tara Summer couldn't bear to watch. She frowned and exclaimed, "I know you don't want to disappoint me, but it's really too salty! I understand, I get it, you don't have to do this…"

Her speech petered out midway, her eyes moistening.

He was always so accommodating to her. No one in the world had ever treated her this well. She understood, she knew just how good he was to her!

So, at this the moment, Tara Summer could only describe her feelings as overwhelming.

The emotion moved her, making her eyes sting.

She held her forehead, laughing softly. She felt that nowadays, she was particularly easily touched.