Thank You for Your Hard Work

Slowly, they calmed down. Simon's hand trembled slightly as he placed it on Gladyce's face. Feeling that, Gladyce put her hand on the back of his hand and said in a softened stone. "Have something to eat, okay?" "Okay, but you have to stay with me." "All right." Outside the study was a terrace with flowers and plants growing very well. The walls were made of large pieces of glass. They were all transparent and sealed the terrace. There was only a skylight that could be opened on the ceiling. Gladyce put the food on the table in the center of the terrace and pulled Simon to sit down. "Go eat." She handed the chopsticks to him and put a piece of tissue on his other hand. Simon nodded and began to eat, looking like an elegant gentleman. Other people might think that it was eyeable, but Gladyce was not someone else. The only thing she cared about was whether he was eating well. What was the use of being eyeable? After watching for some time, Gladyce could not bear to watch any longer. She