The True Heiress is the Reserved Fiancé's Exclusive Memory

Making rock sugar pear syrup naturally takes some time, so she started cutting fruit again.

She consecutively picked strawberries, apples, watermelon, pineapple, and dragon fruit, five types of fruit, arranged in five circles from the inside out, cradled by five hearts.

Red, white, red, yellow, white—it looked really appetizing.

Mia Ginger first carried the fruit platter upstairs. After drinking his medicine, Koa Jackson felt a bit tired and was leaning against the sofa watching TV. At his feet on the carpet, Chancellor was also sitting there seriously watching TV.

One person and one dog, this scene, no matter how you look at it, feels warm and cozy.

Mia Ginger squinted her eyes and smiled. She carried the fruit platter to him and smiled smugly, "Does it look good?"

Koa Jackson took a closer look, "Did you make this?"

"Of course, who else but me would have so much free time?" Mia Ginger held the platter with one hand, using a toothpick with the other to point gently, her eyes bright, "One, two, three, four, five, five hearts, which homophonically means ’my heart.’ You must eat it all."

Koa Jackson pursed his thin lips and smiled, "It seems like you really have a lot of free time."

"Are you going to eat it?"

"Yeah." Koa Jackson nodded cooperatively.

"Do you want some salad dressing?" Mia Ginger pricked a strawberry and fed it into his mouth, then asked.

"No need." Koa Jackson took the platter with his hand and replied softly.

"Alright, you eat first." Mia Ginger stood up, reached out to touch his forehead again, then turned around and quickly walked back to the kitchen.

After finishing the rock sugar pear syrup, she brought it out to Koa Jackson.

The fruit platter on the coffee table was already empty.

Brother Jackson was so cooperative?

Mia Ginger gave him a surprised look, "Did you eat all the fruit?"

Koa Jackson paused, "Weren’t you the one who told me to eat it all?"

Mia Ginger: "..."

Does being sick make someone more obedient?

Looking at Koa Jackson who was still a bit puzzled, she couldn’t help but smile again, saying, "Here, I made rock sugar pear syrup for you. It’s sweet and tastes good, and it’s very beneficial for things like heat-induced dry coughs."

"I can’t eat anymore." Koa Jackson frowned helplessly.

"It’s just one bowl, not much at all. I only cut one pear."

"Leave it there, I’ll eat it later."

"It’ll get cold later, you should drink it while it’s hot." Mia Ginger sat down next to him with the bowl, blinking as she said, "Let me feed you, okay?"

Taking care of someone can be addictive, especially when that person is the one you love.

She was very happy to do it, suddenly thinking that Koa Jackson was quite nice like this.

He seemed a little lazy, a bit drowsy, easy to talk to, and somewhat silly, just agreeing with whatever she said, without his usual smart and calm demeanor.

She liked taking care of him.

Koa Jackson, however, was a bit overwhelmed, raising an eyebrow, "You feed?"

"Yeah." Mia Ginger directly took a fork, speared a piece of pear, and brought it to his mouth, "Open wide."

Koa Jackson: "..."

Looking at her eyes, after a while, he helplessly opened his mouth.

He took the piece of pear and chewed it slowly.

Mia Ginger also ate a piece herself, soft and sweet. Indeed, it tasted quite nice, and the pear juice was sweet, very drinkable.

She watched Koa Jackson finish the entire bowl, then went to the kitchen to put away the dishes.

When she returned, she took Koa Jackson’s temperature again.

Thirty-seven point eight degrees—it showed signs of the fever coming down. She finally breathed a sigh of relief and tentatively asked, "Are you sleepy? Do you want to go back to the room and sleep for a while?"

Koa Jackson looked at her and nodded, "Let’s go."