An American knife seller? No, please acknowledge me as your godfather.

The restaurant on the first floor.

Mrs. Hill was skillfully setting dinner to the table.

Lynn pulled out a chair and sat down, glancing at the food in front of her.

Soulless frozen mashed potatoes, plus a few slices of cheap chicken breast poured out of a tin can.

This is a typical American family's daily life.

Everything can be canned; even Korean takeout, which is considered inferior to dog food, is considered high-class cuisine here.

However, compared to this disgusting white food...

Lynn was clearly more interested in Mrs. Hill tonight.

At this moment, Mrs. Hill changed into an extremely fitted burgundy deep V-neck dress.

Her enviable curves and the exaggerated waist-to-hip ratio typical of mature women were perfectly outlined by the fabric.

I don't know if it was intentional or unintentional.

When Mrs. Hill bent down to hand over the tray, the deep, white cleavage at her neckline was so striking that it was impossible to look away.

"The food is pretty simple today, Lin, just eat whatever you like."

Mrs. Hill straightened up, and it seemed that a drop of butter had accidentally gotten on her finger.

The next moment, she surprisingly put the oily index finger into her mouth and sucked on it gently.

Her movements were absolutely captivating!

As she made this gesture, she stared at Lynn without any attempt to hide it.

Ever since Katie caught them embracing that night, she has become much more restrained.

But last night, when she secretly used the white jade pendant, her mind was filled with images of Lynn.

With Katie not around, her body gradually became hot.

Faced with this blatant implication.

Lynn met his gaze without flinching, staring directly at him.

He even leisurely used a fork to pick up a grape from a can of fruit and put it in his mouth.

With a "crunch," Lynn crushed the pill, a wicked smile playing on his lips. "It's my honor to taste Mrs. Hill."

The words fell.

The temperature in the restaurant seemed to rise several degrees instantly, and the two exchanged intense glances.

Just as this dry wood was about to ignite into a raging fire.

"Knock knock knock!"

Katie's hurried footsteps downstairs abruptly interrupted the ambiguous atmosphere.

Mrs. Hill snapped out of her daze, her expression quickly returning to normal.

She turned around and glared at her daughter with some displeasure: "What are you dawdling for? Why are you so slow?"

"I was busy with something just now..."

Katie, now wearing a conservative hoodie, nervously told a lie and silently pulled out a chair to sit down.

He didn't say anything, he just kept shoveling and rummaging through the mashed potatoes.

Throughout this time, he kept glancing up at Lynn in a furtive manner.

Lynn continued cutting the chicken breast with a blank expression, pretending not to see anything.

Perhaps because her daughter was present, Mrs. Hill was much more restrained, sitting properly opposite without making any moves.

A few minutes later.

"I'm full." Katie put down her knife and fork and wiped her mouth.

"Why have you been eating so little lately? Eat more." Mrs. Hill frowned.

"I'm not eating anymore, I'm on a diet."

Katie stood up, gave Lynn a long, resentful look, and then ran back upstairs as if fleeing.

"This child is always so easily startled."

Mrs. Hill shook her head helplessly as she watched her daughter disappear around the corner of the stairs.

Although his face showed helplessness, a fiery glint flashed in his eyes.

She slowly sat down and added another spoonful of mashed potatoes to Lynn's plate, her voice becoming extremely soft and charming: "Lin, eat more."

Lynn did not refuse.

Today I had to perform a cesarean section and teach a drug addict a lesson; my physical strength was definitely depleted.

Although the food didn't taste very good, it was enough to fill our stomachs.

The main thing is that it's free, so what more could you want?

However, just as he was enjoying his meal, he suddenly stopped.

He keenly noticed that his thigh seemed a little itchy!

Looking down, I was shocked to discover...

Under the tablecloth.

A pair of small, well-defined feet, encased in sheer stockings and red-soled stilettos, were constantly moving around!

The rounded toes with red nail polish are sparkly.

Lynn lifted his eyelids and looked up at Mrs. Hill across from him.

Aside from an unusual flush on her cheeks, the mature widow continued to slowly and methodically cut the food on her plate.

There was absolutely no unusual reaction on the surface!

Lynn sneered inwardly.

It seems Mrs. Hill is planning to eat something different tonight.

Yeah.

I've made a fortune today, it's time to treat myself.

As for Katie's new video shoot?

Let's postpone it for one more night.

A glint flashed in Lynn's eyes as he thought of this.

Without the slightest hesitation, his right hand suddenly slammed down and grabbed it with domineering precision!

"hiss……"

The sudden attack startled Mrs. Hill, who gasped in surprise.

She shuddered violently, and the knife fell directly onto the plate.

Seeing this, Lynn was quite surprised.

Seriously? Just a pinch and the reaction is this strong?

In the shadow of the tablecloth.

Lynn cut chicken breast with his left hand without expression, while his right hand drew circles with an extremely arrogant and leisurely manner.

Across the table, Mrs. Hill was practically buried in the dining table.

After a while.

Mrs. Hill was starting to feel the strain; her voice trembled as she breathed softly, "Mr. Lin... have you finished eating?"

"Not yet." Lynn's lips curled into a mischievous smile.

Mrs. Hill bit her red lips, her eyes filled with intense longing: "Then...would you like something else to eat?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a glint of malice flashed in Lynn's eyes.

Don't say anything!

Let's have a blast tonight!

Just as he was about to agree, he was about to go along with it.

boom!

On the second floor, the door to Katie's room was suddenly pushed open!

Upon hearing the noise, Mrs. Hill jerked her foot back like a startled fish.

"Mr. Lynn!"

Katie stood at the top of the stairs, her gaze sweeping back and forth between Lynn and Mrs. Hill.

That look in his eyes was extremely strange and complex.

She was filled with a mixture of wariness, anger, and a sense of unease that she herself was unaware of.

"My computer is broken again, can you fix it for me?"

Lynn raised her eyelids slightly.

She glanced at Mrs. Hill, who had instantly reverted to her virtuous and gentle demeanor and whose gaze was frantically darting away, and her heart couldn't help but clench.

That little brat, she definitely did it on purpose.

Lynn leaned back slightly, crossed his arms, and squinted at Katie: "Of course."

Katie, having received a reply, did not retreat back into the room.

Instead, he took a deep breath and gritted his teeth, adding, "Can you fix it 'now'?"

She emphasized the word "now" very heavily.

Although she went back to her room, for some reason, she kept staring at the two of them.

Seeing the two people exchanging glances downstairs, a strange sense of irritation welled up inside her.

Lynn's facial expression remained unchanged: "Of course."

Then, he slowly stood up and looked at Mrs. Hill: "I'm full, thank you for the meal."

"It's...it's alright." Mrs. Hill lowered her head, not daring to look at him at all.

Upon hearing this, Katie snorted coldly and turned back into the house.

Lynn walked upstairs unhurriedly, hands in her pockets.

He paused slightly as he passed Mrs. Hill.

He leaned down slightly, bringing his nose close to Mrs. Hill's piled-up hair, and took a deep sniff.

Then, he pressed his breath against her flushed earlobe and blew a warm breath in an extremely deep voice: "Mrs. Hill, you smell very nice today."

boom!

Feeling that aura, Mrs. Hill's skin broke out in goosebumps.

After saying that, Lynn got up and went upstairs without looking back.

Mrs. Hill was left frozen in place.

After a full half minute of hesitation, she suddenly rushed to the bathroom as if fleeing.