Chapter 416
The word “engagement” struck Richard deeply, and he responded with a resolute “Of course.”
“But I need to save Angela first,” Pearl added, her concern evident as she thought about Angela’s illness. “I’m going to the black market in Ancard. Come with me.”
Richard smiled. “Sure ”
After their conversation, Pearl went to sleep and she felt someone guarding her while gently touching her face. When she woke up, she felt refreshed and walked down the stairs to a delightful smell of food.
“Richard?”
Richard peeked out from the kitchen, spotting her as she descended, still looking a bit sleepy. He greeted her with a warm smile. “I’m cooking. It’ll be ready soon.”
Pearl was taken aback by the sight. Richard, in an apron with flour on his face, holding a pan, looked like… a househusband.
“Richard, if you need help or if you’re being held against your will, blink twice,” Pearl teased as she approached him, poking
his cheek
“I’m not being held against my will, and I’m perfectly fine,” Richard replied, his eyes locking onto hers. “I was just worried that you haven’t been eating well these past few days, so I decided to make some food.”
Pearl started shaking when food was brought up. “You guessed wrong. Raymond kept forcing me to eat because he wanted to do the surgery sooner. I’ve eaten everything that was possible in the past few days and if I had more, it would be too greedy.”
“So you’re not going to eat?”
“Of course I am. This is the first time you’re cooking. I have to respect that.” She couldn’t help but be surprised by the spread of food on the table. “Richard, even I can’t cook this much. How did you manage it? You’ve never had to cook for yourself.”
Richard had a hint of a playful grin on his face. “I’ve cooked before, you know.”
Pearl’s smile froze because all she could think was that he cooked for his ex. “Oh, how did it go?”
Richard didn’t catch the change in her tone and answered straightforwardly, “It was terrible. People might even die from eating it.” He remembered the expression on his assistant’s face after tasting his food, so he tried it himself.
Pearl slammed her fork on the table in frustration. “You’re really nice to your ex!”
Confused, Richard asked, “What ex?”
“Didn’t you learn to cook for your ex?”
Richard shook his head. “No. I just recently learned.”
Pearl realized she had wrongly accused him and felt embarrassed. “So you did it for me?”
“No, I did it for myself.” Richard’s expression turned serious, leaving Pearl confused.
“Why?”
He maintained his serious tone as he looked into her eyes. “From the food you’ve made in the past, I’ve come to the conclusion that if we rely on your cooking, we both might not live very long.”
Pearl was speechless. What the heck!
Nonetheless, Richard proved to have a knack for cooking. After they finished their meal, Pearl gestured to him, saying, “Go wash the dishes.”
Richard did as he was told.
