Capture Your Heart novel Chapter 240

Their eyes meet each other, inexplicable feelings spread, Karin's heart is softened a little, she freezes and stares at the man in front of her, her finger is still in his mouth, he is sucking it so tenderly, this moment is like a dream, it is too beautiful to be true.

"Mom, are you finishing the cooking, I'm hungry... "

Esme jumps into the kitchen, suddenly sees the ambiguous scene, she hurriedly turns back, covering her eyes and shouts, "I don’t see anything... "

Karin blushes, and awkwardly draws back her fingers. She lowers her head and goes to the living room to find a band-aid from the medicine cabinet, and then hastily wraps her finger and goes into the kitchen to continue cooking.

She prepares a sumptuous dinner, smelling the familiar smell, Troy feels a lot.

The three of them sit around the table, he holds the chopsticks and doesn’t know where to start first, Esme gives two fish eyes to him, saying, "My mother says fish eyes are for the most loved one to eat."

The two adults are shocked, Karin would not forget the memory of Troy giving her fish eyes, Troy also would not forget. He smiles bitterly and puts the fish eyes into Karin's bowl, saying, "I don't like to eat this, let's give it to your mother."

"Why don’t you give it to me?" Esme pouts.

"It's not good for children to eat this, if you want to eat it, eat the fish brain, then you will become smart."

As Troy says, he tries to give the fish brain to her, she waves her hand, "Oh, forget it, I don't want to eat that, it's like snot, it's disgusting... "

They enjoy the meal happily. And after finishing the dinner, Esme is sitting on the sofa watching the TV drama "Home Temptations", Karin is tiding up the table and is about to do the dishes. When she is abut to put on an apron, she feels a pair of hands holding her from the behind and yanks the apron off, she asks in surprise, “What are you doing?”

"Your hand is injured, I'll do the dishes."

She is even more shocked, her eyes turn bigger than a big ball, Troy can do the dishes? If it is not in the nighttime, she would have thought the sun has come out from the west.

Looking at him standing awkwardly near the sink, she smiles secretly and says, "I'll do it, you're not the kind of man that could do the dishes."

"It's okay, the more I do, the more familiar I become, I'm willing to do anything for you."

Troy insists on washing the dishes, Karin has no choice but to stand to the side, putting her hands around the chest like the supervisor of the contractor and looking at him.

"Do you want to take a photo of me, titling the private life of the chairman?"

He looks at her, teasing her with a flirt.

Karin is stunned and says, "Don't be childish." Then she goes out of the kitchen.

Esme is watching the TV drama. She comes over and sits next to her and takes out her phone to find out an old picture of her and Troy. In the picture, she and Troy were facing each other head to head, and Tory’s face was filled with creams that were mischievously put by her. It is a very sweet memory, because it is not printed out, so even after years, it is still so clear and complete.

"Huh? You hasn't deleted the photo yet?"

His voice surprises her, she hurriedly hides the phone, glaring at him, "Why are you sneaking around?"

"It’s not my fault. You're too obsessed with the picture that you even don’t notice my footstep." Troy looks askance at Esme, "Am I right, Esme?"

"Yes, I can hear you footstep."

Karin sneers, doubting whether this daughter is still the one she has given birth to in the first place.

"Have you finished the dishes?"

"Do you want to go to check?"

She shrugs, "No."

Troy sits down, the two are separated by a child and could hardly say anything except for occasional eye contact.

Karin doesn't mind at all, she even wants to ignore him, but Troy could not bear the silence, it is so torturous, so he takes out his phone, and lowers his head and begins to text a message.

Karin hears text notification from her phone, and finds that the number is Troy's number, he was sending her a text message just now.

"You still haven't answered the question I asked you just now?"

"What question?" She pretends to be confused.

"What if the child's father needs the child's mother?"

"There's no solution... " she replies him simply.

"How can’t it be solved? Can't the child's mother just go back to the child's father?"

She gets up and walks into the bedroom, but sees that the bedroom is empty, then she shouts suspiciously, "Troy?"

Hearing no one answering, she is about to go out, but suddenly Troy who is hiding behind the door grabs her around the waist from the behind, "You know that I am in the room, can’t you try to look for me for a while?"

"Stop it."

She struggles for a while, "Esme is still in the living room."

"What are you afraid of, even if she sees us, she will pretend not to see us."

"Do you still want to put on the medicine? Let go of me if you want."

Troy releases his hands, "Come on."

He sits on the edge of the bed, unbuttons his shirt with one hand, his movement is extremely slow, as if he is deliberately dawdling. He wears a black shirt today, as he unbuttons the shirt, his bronze skin reveals as well, the strong muscles can tell he does exercises for many years. Karin unconsciously swallows her saliva, and looks at elsewhere.

"Is it ready yet?"

She asks impatiently.

"It's ready."

Troy throws his shirt onto the bed, his entire upper body is naked, seeing Karin walking towards him with her eyes close, he smiles sourly, "Is it necessary to act like this? Which part of my body that you have not seen before?"

Karin becomes irritated, "I tell you now, this is the last time I help you put on medicine."

"That's why I undressed so slowly, I know it is the last time."

The implication is that he deliberately wants her to stay a little longer.

Karin squeezes the ointment onto his wound and rubs it gently, Troy looks like he is very enjoying it and says from the bottom of his heart, "I'm so grateful to that crazy man."

She pauses for a moment, saying nothing, and continues to distribute the ointment over his wound. .

"If it isn’t for him, you might still have a nonchalant attitude towards me now."