Chapter 722 It Feels Like Stolen Moments

He smiled lightly. "If you like it, I'll cook for you for the rest of my life." I nodded, pursed my lips, and said, "Okay, it's a deal." See, my ability to talk nonsense and make promises had improved by a whole lot. Lies and words of commitments came out so effortlessly. After finishing his last sip of wine, he looked at me as if sighing, then suddenly said, "Yvette, I feel so happy. It feels like stolen moments." I looked at him. Even if I was foolish, I could sense something was somewhat amiss. Suppressing my inner fear, I looked at him and asked, "Why are you suddenly saying this?" He looked at me, his gaze still gentle, and shook his head slightly, "No, it's just a sudden realization. The days I used to dream of seem to be like today—going to the market together, cooking together, eating together, spending time together. It feels like it's all coming true lately, so I feel very happy." My heart tightened slightly. I always felt that there must be plans behind his words that