Chapter 46

“Joan, have you fried the eggs?" Ovan reminded her just at the right time. There was a faint smell of scorching in the air. Joan was startled. "My eggs." She hurriedly turned around and ran to the kitchen. She burnt the fried egg. Ovan smiled lightly, and his eyes inadvertently fell on the milk left on her lips. He handed her a napkin. "Joan is the person who takes care of me, and she also takes special care of my marriage." Joan did it so obviously, of course she knew it. But it was very embarrassing that she did so in such a frank way. Janelle reached out to take the napkin from Ovan. Her finger accidentally touched his, and there seemed to be a current flowing from her finger to her blood. She suddenly blushed and quickly took back her hand. “Well...I'll take one myself." Joan stretched out her hand and took one to wipe her mouth. Ovan didn't feel embarrassed and took his hand back naturally. Janelle didn't enjoy the breakfast very much. The strange atmosphere made her uncomfortable