She rarely sees the Third Young Master talk so much!
Look at this tone, clearly he’s disciplining a child, it’s quite amusing.
Mia Ginger silently closed her mouth.
She lowered her head to eat breakfast.
The bread was soft and fragrant, still edible, but the fried egg...
She took advantage of no one paying attention and used a small fork to push the soft egg white aside, before she knew it, she caught Koa Jackson’s gaze.
Mia Ginger took a forkful and ate the egg white.
Koa Jackson didn’t say a word, just picked up his coffee and took a small sip.
Mia Ginger, feeling out of sorts, took a sip of milk.
She really didn’t like it; compared to that, yogurt was more acceptable.
But maybe because she had worn Koa Jackson’s shirt overnight, she felt guilty, lacking confidence in her words and actions, unexplainably downcast.
However, someone was even more depressed than her.
Zuri Ginger, listening to Amelia Miller’s call early in the morning, was so jealous she couldn’t hold her phone.
"Didn’t you say you weren’t coming back last night? And now saying you two shared a bedroom, what’s that supposed to mean?" she asked through gritted teeth.
"I don’t know," Amelia Miller replied, feeling aggrieved, "I just got there in the morning and saw her wearing Dr. Jackson’s shirt, blushing as she went back to her room."
"She wore his shirt too?"
"Alright," Zuri Ginger said irritably, "Keep an eye on it and call me this afternoon."
Amelia Miller hung up and glanced towards the dining room from afar.
She was genuinely a bit puzzled by the situation!
These two were living under one roof, and in the morning, happily eating breakfast together. She even noticed from Koa Jackson’s demeanor a very natural care.
"I’m done eating." Mia Ginger placed the cup with the remaining half of milk on the table.
Koa Jackson glanced down, "Why didn’t you finish it?"
"It’s just a little bit left." Mia Ginger chuckled dryly.
"Finish it," Koa Jackson looked at her calmly, "Drink it, then eat a banana. After that, I’ll take you out to buy some things."
"I don’t like bananas either," Mia Ginger quietly muttered.
"Hmm?" Koa Jackson looked at her inquiringly, "How about an apple then?"
"Switch her to apples tomorrow morning," Koa Jackson instructed Aunt Lee.
Aunt Lee agreed with a smile.
He watched Mia Ginger as she drank the milk and finished the banana, seemingly satisfied, he stood up, and while walking with Mia Ginger following closely, he said, "Go get ready, out by eight-thirty."
Mia Ginger instinctively responded.
Koa Jackson glanced at her and reminded, "Change the shorts."
"..." Mia Ginger looked down, murmured, "Oh."
Returned to her room to change clothes.
The summer in Cloud Capital is hot, most unbearable in August and September. Originally, she was wearing a pale cyan thin shirt with denim shorts, feeling it was just right.
But Koa Jackson’s tone left little room for discussion.
Mia Ginger rummaged casually through the wardrobe, changing into a linen beige long dress.
It complemented her so well.
Even Koa Jackson felt a momentary brightness in front of him.
Mia Ginger’s appearance leaned towards pure and serene, with fair skin, her soft short hair adding a touch of scholarly air, her height was not short, the long dress suited her.
"Is it alright?" Seeing Koa Jackson’s gaze lowered in appraisal, Mia Ginger softly asked.
"It’s fine." Koa Jackson nodded, casually took the backpack she was carrying, walked beside her, with a calm demeanor.
Mia Ginger was startled by his action of taking the bag, but didn’t take it back, quietly followed him out.
Koa Jackson drove his black Bentley out of the garage.
Then got out again, opened the door for Mia Ginger to sit in the front passenger seat, only then did he turn back.
"Put on your seatbelt."
After this brief exchange, silence rested in the car for a while.
Mia Ginger turned her head to glance at him, softly asked, "Are you this nice to everyone?"
She was genuinely impressed with Koa Jackson’s kindness.
Although he advised her to drink milk and eat fruit, and made her change shorts before going out, it was a form of caring, not to mention helping her carry the bag, personally opening the car door.
A man’s tenderness and thoughtfulness often show in small matters.
"What?" Koa Jackson turned and looked at her, meeting her seemingly calm gaze, realizing at once, somewhat helplessly said, "What are you imagining? Why would I do this for others?"