novelraw Chapter 487: Cooking
Chapter 487: Cooking
PM, at the dining table.Several dishes: Braised Pork, Tomato Egg Soup, Hand-Shredded Cabbage.
She hadn’t cooked in a long time, but tonight the dishes seemed to look decent.
Due to being overstimulated by his second personality, she had temporary amnesia, forgetting that bitter period.
Even the sweet times with him before were forgotten.
So, she no longer remembered meeting him for the first time when he made her a dish, Dragon King’s Night Feast. She loved shrimp and crab, but now that she’s pregnant, she can’t eat them anymore.
"Honey, it’s time to eat."
She sat down, looked at him, and called out.
Because of her amnesia, she also didn’t remember stabbing herself in the chest with a knife, and now he was still hurt.
But it’s all right; she didn’t remember.
If she remembered, would she hate ’him’ for tormenting her during that time, would she feel guilty...
She really did stab him in the heart with a knife.
The man she loved, her husband...
"Hmm." Lucas Knight indeed held the documents in his hand. Because of recuperating these days, the files from the Presidential Mansion were all sent to the Nightfall Palace by his subordinates.
He had temporarily decided to come and accompany her, so he brought some urgent documents along.
While she was cooking in the kitchen, he was handling documents, occasionally glancing at her, with an untraceable worry hidden in his sharp eyes.
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Burning down the kitchen was a minor issue; the concern was if she got hurt, along with the little buns in her belly, a pair of them indeed.
If she knew she was carrying a pair of little buns, would she be too excited to sleep?
He got up, walked over, and took a seat.
His deep, narrow eyes glanced at the dishes on the table... These were worlds apart from what he usually ate, yet he did not despise them.
He picked up his chopsticks, took a piece of braised pork, put it in his mouth, chewed a few times, mmm, it was a bit too sweet.
"Mr. President, is it delicious?" she asked curiously from across the table.
"What did you call me?" he asked.
"Hubby," she promptly corrected herself. Does he have to be so domineering?
She felt that since they were divorced, calling him hubby might make her seem too unreserved?
However, he seemed to really like her calling him that?
"Hmm." He seemed quite pleased, "Good, next time don’t get it wrong, hmm?" Otherwise, ’the family law will serve.’
"..." All right, he was really domineering, she blushed, kept her head down eating, not looking at him, because his gaze seemed a bit intense.
Eva Nightingale chewed the meat, it felt okay, just a bit too much sugar...
But it appeared he didn’t seem to mind?
After the meal.
Eva cleaned the dishes and came out of the kitchen, he was still sitting in the living room, showing no intention of leaving.
Eva: "..."
So, is Mr. President planning to spend the night here?
"Have you seen enough?" The man suddenly put down the file in his hand, looked over at her, then stretched out his long arms, motioning for her to come into his embrace.
"How, how did you know I was looking at you?" He seemed to be engrossed in the file, so how did he know she was watching him?
However.
He did not answer her question.
Eva was dazed: "Mr. President, it’s dark now, you should go back."
She thought a lot.
Currently, she and he were not married, so it’s better to keep a distance?
Was her tone a way to drive him away?
His face darkened: "Wifey, are you trying to send me away?"