The True Heiress's Return

There was a sudden hint of fragrance on his lips, along with the cool, soft touch of a woman's fingertips. Walter was momentarily taken aback and couldn't react for a moment.

Shakira handed it closer to him, pressing it against the corner of his lips. "I washed my hands thoroughly. Have a try. It's really delicious. I'm not lying," she said. Walter's eyes lingered on her slightly blushing face, and against his better judgment, he opened his mouth. The meat, tender and filled with spices, was a taste unlike anything he'd experienced before, Shakira gazed at him with bright eyes. "So, how is it? Is it good?"

Even when eating crawfish, Walter kept his elegance, chewing slowly before finally giving his opinion. "It's okay." Shakira pouted, "Just okay? Come on, it's really tasty! I even went easy on the spiciness because I thought you might not be used to

it."

Back then, she made spicy crawfish for some old folks, and she didn't use instant soup powder at that time. Even so, they liked the food and kept praising her! Therefore, she thought Walter was just being stubborn.

Walter raised an eyebrow. "I said I don't eat it." Shakira retorted, "I knew you'd be stubborn." As she spoke, she swiftly removed the shell of another one and swiftly held it out to his mouth. "Here you go."

Walter opened his mouth, planning to tell her to eat it herself. But before he could say anything, Shakira went ahead and put it right into his mouth.

Walter was unguarded. He had no choice but to obediently chew and swallow. The taste was definitely different from what he imagined. After a couple of bites, he wanted to eat more.

Walter's eyebrows twitched slightly as he carefully watched Shakira remove the shell. He rolled up his shirt sleeves and picked one up, too. Shakira finally took a bite and saw him begin to remove the shell himself. "Hey, wait, you're not used to this. Be careful not to hurt yourself..."

This time, it was her turn to have a crawfish stuffed into her mouth. She had to admit that food tasted better when someone else fed her!

Walter casually picked up another one. "Isn't that how it's done?" Seeing Walter's skillful moves, Shakira couldn't help but give him a thumbs-up. "You're amazing. Your learning ability is exceptional."Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

That compliment was spot-on, right? Walter scoffed slightly. His hands didn't stop. He continued to feed her like how she did before.

"Hey, you should eat it yourself."

"I won't eat."

"But when I peeled it for you, you ate it."

"It's not that I wanted to eat it."

Shakira was speechless.

She thought, "That's ridiculous!' Shakira had been fed several times and didn't want to be outdone. So, she hastened her actions. Whenever Walter fed her, she would return the favor and feed him as well.

Just like that, the two of them kept serving each other, and in no time, they finished off three pounds of crawfish, not leaving

single piece behind. They even ate all the cucumbers!

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Shakira noticed a hint of pleasure on Walter's face, and her lips curved in a slight smile. She poured the pre-boiled pasta

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into the bowl of sauce and-anixed it well. Walter's brows tightened in dislike. "How do you cat this?" he asked with a look of distaste.

As he spoke, he glanced at his greasy hands, clearly reluctant to do anything. Shakira burst out laughing and tore open two sets of disposable forks and knives. "Use these! Or are you planning to keep using your hands?" "That is enough."

"Hahaha!"

Shakira hadn't expected that Walter would be confused even over such a simple matter. Yet, she then found that, strangely enough, this made him appear endearingly cute.

Shakira ate her pasta with delight, a smile constantly on her face Walter observed her happy expression. Her cheeks were a rosy hue, and her entire being seemed to radiate. He found himself utterly mesmerized.

"Hey, why are you staring at me? Go ahead and eat!" Upon hearing that, Walter snapped out of his daze. He turned his gaze away, maintaining a cool, indifferent demeanor. Only he was aware of how uncontrollably fast his heart was pounding in his chest.

After they finished eating, Shakira tidied up the kitchen and cleaned the desk. By the time she took a break, it was nearly four o'clock. Coming out of the bathroom, she noticed that Walter, who usually went to bed by ten, was still sitting at the desk. She had no idea what he was working on.

She looked it up online and said, "It seems like the sunrise will be quite early today, around 5:30 a.m." With that, she opened her compass app and found the direction of the sunrise.

"The hot water seems to have run out last night. How about you just rest for a bit, and I'll wake you up when the sun rises?" Shakira said. Walter frowned slightly; he was very particular about cleanliness. "Forget it. We'll head back in the morning, and I'll sleep then." Shakira thought, 'Oh boy, looks like you're pulling an all-nighter Shakira had no other choice. She grabbed a blanket, moved it to the sofa, adjusted it, and then tried to help Walter over, leaning down as if to lift him. Walter tensed up. are you doing?"

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"I'm helping you to the couch. Or do you want to stay in the wheelchair all night?"

Even though his wheelchair was custom-made and the only one of its kind in the world, it couldn't be more comfortable than a couch, right?

Walter pursed his lips, and this time, he didn't say anything. With her help, he managed to get onto the sofa and lay back.

Shakira covered him with a blanket and then opened the curtains on the side where the sun would rise. The view behind faced the camping tents. Ahead lay a vast emptiness, and in the distance, the mountain peaks were faintly visible.

Shakira was thrilled. She dashed back to the sofa, and snuggled up close to Walter, feeling increasingly warm and comfortable. This feeling was quite interesting.

She turned on the projector, flipped through some movies, and casually asked Walter, "What kind of movie do you want to watch? Action? Comedy? Horror?" Walter wasn't really interested in any of them.

He was about to say "anything," but suddenly, he remembered Benji's endless dating tips. He paused. "How about horror?" Shakira looked at him in disbelief, her eyes sparkling. "You actually like watching horror movies?"

Walter frowned slightly; he really had no idea and just responded, "Yeah."

"That's great!"

Excited, Shakira flipped to the horror movie section. "I've been wanting to watch a horror movie for a while. There's a trailer that looked really good, but I've been too scared to watch it alone. Since you can watch it, you can tell me what's happening while we watch!" Walter, feeling like he had fallen into a trap, was stun