The Soft-Hearted Wife of Mr. Big Shot-Chapter 146: He Wants to Cook for the Little Girl
One second, two seconds, three seconds, Holly Sawyer stared at Leo Grant for a full three seconds.
Leo Grant kept a smile on his lips, quite curious about what the little girl might want to do next.
"Let’s go, shall we go for some Sichuan cuisine, hm?"
Leo Grant gently ruffled Holly Sawyer’s head; there was a hint of amusement in his voice.
These things take time; the little girl is far too innocent, especially regarding matters of affection, pure as a blank sheet of paper.
He wouldn’t force the little girl to do anything she didn’t like.
The little girl should be hungry now; lunchtime has already passed.
"Brother."
Walking hand in hand, Holly suddenly stopped and called out to Leo.
"Hm?"
Leo stopped, turning to look at Holly.
Holly stood on her tiptoes, gently pecked Leo’s lips, then quickly withdrew, smiling with bright eyes.
"Can kissing really heal one’s mood?"
Holly blinked at Leo, her face earnest in her inquiry.
No longer shy like the first time, Holly now felt especially at ease; though a bit nervous, her heart was racing.
"It can."
"I’m very happy now, feeling cheerful."
"Holly’s kisses and cuddles really can heal one’s mood."
Leo’s mood instantly brightened, his gaze tenderly lingering on Holly’s rosy cheeks.
The little girl’s lips are soft, sweet.
"That’s good." Holly playfully blinked, "But, they only work on you, brother."
Holly chuckled, the smile in her eyes particularly vibrant.
"Who else do you want to heal, hm?"
Leo’s large hand landed on Holly’s head, applying a gentle force.
"Ouch."
Holly cried out softly, her tone tinged with grievance.
It didn’t hurt at all, but perhaps she was spoiled; she used this to show her discontent with Leo.
"Such a drama queen."
Leo flicked Holly’s forehead lightly, speaking slowly with a smile.
The little girl can now express her grievances and start acting a little spoiled—this is a good sign.
"Tell me, who else do you want to heal, hm?"
Leo stared intently at Holly.
"No one, just you."
Holly shook her head gently.
Well, really no one, just something she said casually.
"The little girl isn’t behaving at all."
Leo softly stroked Holly’s head.
"I’m very well-behaved."
Holly stuck her tongue out.
"Come on, let’s go have some Sichuan cuisine; I’m hungry."
Holly rubbed her belly, looking up at Leo with a bit of a pout.
Starting to feel a bit hungry now.
Spoiled by Leo for too long, sometimes she unknowingly became a bit demanding.
In front of Leo, being coquettish and throwing tantrums seemed natural, and of course, Leo would always indulge her whims unconditionally.
Leo lightly tapped Holly’s head: "Okay."
The little girl loves to change the topic, but that’s okay; he indulges.
"Aren’t you curious about how I figured it out?"
Holly suddenly asked about Sean Grant coming to Bexley.
Initially, she just guessed, then went on to confirm it.
She wasn’t that amazing; some things she didn’t know, she just happened to have better computer skills than others.
With this advantage, she knew a lot more things, controlling a whole array of information.
A hacker can be quite terrifying; with the right skills, anything can be dug up.
It’s not as if closing down the network leaves hackers powerless; of course, there are other methods.
"So how did my Holly discover it?"
Leo wasn’t uninterested, just refrained from asking; if his little girl wanted to share, she’d naturally tell him.
He didn’t want to pry too much into the little girl’s matters, fearing she’d feel annoyed; everyone has their secrets, as does the little girl, of course.
"Just a guess..."
Holly logically analyzed it for Leo, blinking with a cheeky demeanor.
Well, if she weren’t so skilled in computer technology, she likely wouldn’t have known either.
"Holly is really amazing."
Leo put his arm around Holly’s shoulders, his voice indulgent and gentle.
His little girl was truly incredible, so much so that she didn’t even need his protection.
"Anything special you want to eat tonight?"
They hadn’t reached the Sichuan restaurant yet, and suddenly Leo asked this question.
Holly shook her head: "No."
Well, truly nothing.
"How about I cook for you tonight?"
Leo asked tentatively, cautiously watching Holly.
Afraid she wouldn’t agree, considering last time he made a mess in the kitchen, it must have left a deep impression on the little girl.
Holly: "..."
She looked at Leo with doubt, her eyes full of confusion, lips parted, unable to utter a word.
The events of last time were still vivid in her memory, so would there really be no issues with Leo cooking?
She blinked, wanting to refuse, but the refusal lay unspoken.
"Is it okay?"
Leo asked again as Holly remained silent.
"Are you sure you won’t blow up the kitchen?"
Holly blinked gently, her gaze fixed directly on Leo’s face.
Not quite believing in Leo’s skills.
Leo: "..."
Though his cooking skills weren’t strong and he did break quite a few things last time, it shouldn’t be to the extent of blowing up the kitchen.
"Is Mrs. Hayes at home?"
Holly gently bit her lip.
Leo: "She is."
"Alright then."
Holly nodded.
It’s good that Mrs. Hayes will be there; she can help... otherwise, Holly would really be afraid Leo might destroy the kitchen.
"What does ’alright then’ mean?"
Leo glanced sideways at Holly, his eyes twinkling with amusement.
Hm, so what is the little girl’s attitude?
"Means it’s okay."
Holly blinked.
Though not particularly eager, she truly didn’t want to spoil Leo’s delight.
"The little girl isn’t very willing."
Leo gazed intently at Holly, softly ruffling her head.
Seeing the little girl’s expression, Leo knew Holly’s heart was resisting.
"Oh dear, it’s not like that; let’s go eat Sichuan cuisine, I’m starving."
Holly quickly changed the subject, pulling Leo’s hand, urging him forward toward the Sichuan restaurant not far ahead.
Didn’t want to continue discussing it; she felt changing topics was best, it’s really quite tricky, huh.
"Little glutton."
Leo stretched his long legs, keeping pace with Holly, his smile supremely gentle.
The little girl is quite a glutton indeed, and enjoys changing the subject.
