Serena nestled in his arms without speaking, circling his waist tightly.

The servant brought breakfast up, Matthew took a bowl of congee, stirred it with a spoon, scooped a spoonful and put it to her mouth.

Serena knew that his body hadn't recovered either and hurriedly took the bowl, "I'll do it myself."

Matthew pursed his lips lightly, "Sherry checked your body after you fell asleep, you must be well nourished, I'll have to keep an eye on you at meals from now on, lest you don't listen."

A hint of sweetness flooded Serena's heart and the corners of her mouth curved.

Matthew stared at her, but his right hand...