A Love Rekindled

Chapter 52

I made up an excuse and left the backyard.

Inside the spacious kitchen, Cindy was running around preparing the ingredients. When she saw me, her eyes twinkled as if she had seen her saving grace. "What should I do, Nance? My culinary skills are just mediocre at best."

Looking at the chaotic countertops, it was far from mediocrity. It was downright terrible. I quickly tied on an apron. "Let me handle this."

While my culinary skills weren't exceptional, making Kate's favorite dishes was like second nature to me. Plus, I had cooked for Bruce countless times during the two years together, so I knew their preferences like the back of my hand

In less than half an hour, I had prepared five dishes and even a pot of soup. It was mushroom soup, one of Bruce's favorites. Kate observed the served dishes, and her stiff expression finally softened. She hadn't realized it was my handiwork.

At that moment, I didn't know whether to be relieved or upset. When she was hospitalized due to her heart attack, I was the one who cooked her all three meals for over a month.

"Please give it a try, Aunt Kate.” Cindy enthusiastically handed Kate a pair of utensils. “See if it suits your taste.” "Wait, Bruce is still on his way back.” Kate shook her head "Bruce is coming too?" Cindy's doe eyes were full of anticipation.

Speak of the devil, Bruce had just arrived. He didn't seem surprised to see us. My guess was that he probably caught wind of this before coming home.

Cindy eagerly approached him with a smile. “Tonight's dinner was prepared by me, Bruce. Come and taste it." Bruce took a seat while Kate and Cindy took the two seats beside him. Cindy kept serving Bruce dishes, acting like a dutiful wife. I was the odd one out.

Bruce and Kate liked Cindy's “cooking” and were enjoying every bite. When the mushroom soup was served, Cindy ladled a bowl for Bruce. After taking a sip, he furrowed his brows unconsciously.

"What's wrong, Bruce?” Cindy observed worriedly.

Kate noticed this and immediately ~ glanced at the soup. She narrowed her eyes slightly. ' ‘Don't you know Bruce dislikes the taste of oO mushrooms?"

She sounded harsh and her expression turned unpleasant

Cindy was at a loss and shot me a bewildered expression

Of course, knew Bruce couldn't stand thé taste of mushrooms. So I used.to add some herbs to cover up the taste. But I didn't do it today.

I quickly apologized, “Sorry, Aunt Kate. I forgot to put in the herbs.” Kate stared at me, dumbfounded. "Nance, you..." In her memories, I always treated Bruce's preferences as if they were the law.

I lowered my gaze and put on an innocent look.

I caught Cindy’ s smirk from the corner oftmy eyes. She must have” never thought that her performance tonig nt was far from enough and had to rely on me, the ex-wifé, to complete the final act. Content bélongs to ~

If only she knew I purposefully refrained from adding the herbs.

After dinner, Cindy stayed behind to continue her little act, while I found an excuse to slip away.

It was in the dead of night by the time I arrived at my place. I finally discarded my facade and lay quietly on the bed With tonight's performance, Bruce must be even more reluctant to discard me, right?

My phone rang abruptly. Seeing the caller ID, I couldn't help but quirk a brow.

Bruce was calling. Shouldn't he be with Cindy at this hour?

Filled with doubt, I nervously answered the call. "Hello, Mr. Harold.”

"You did well tonight.” His voice was hoarse. "How should I reward you?"

I was caught off guard and had to take a moment to process his words. "It was just a small favor. I'll leave it to you, Mr. Harald."