Chapter 1412 The Brush of Fingers, A Warmth He Could Feel
- Nian Mu watched him lying there. He claimed it was just stomach pain, yet his face stayed calm, unreadable—no trace he was hurting.
- She suddenly stood. “Mr. Moore, do we have whole milk in the pantry?”
- “No idea,” Cayden Moore said. He only ever drank coffee; everything else might as well not exist.