Chapter 37
Kylie was busy willing an academic report for the upcoming Traditional and Modem Medicine Conference, and she worked until late at night. She was hungry, but the butler and maths had already retreated ta nest.
Glancing at the clock, she saw it was nearly midnight. Sammel still hadn’t returned, leaving the villa quiet
kylie enjoyed the peace. Then, she made her way to the kitchen, planning to cook something without disturbing anyone.
The meals that the maids prepared were largely Vestrian–style, which she was unfamiliar with, so she bought some frozen steak, pasta, and sausages. Eating them on pecasion was both full and satisfying.
The double doortridge was stocked with high–quality ingredients. After some digging, she discovered a little bundle of greens hidden away in a comer.
Kylle grabbed an egg as well, tumed on the stove, and started cooking. One pot was used for boiling water and another for frying a sunny–side–up egg. In less than to manustes, the noodles were ready.
The pasta sauce was thick, and the aroma was mouthwatering. Smelling it made her even hungrier.
Fearing that the sinell would linger, she didn’t dare eat in the dining room, Instead, she opened the kitchen windows and started eating right there.
Just as she took her first bite, a voice echoed from the latchen doorway.
“Is it good?
She froze. She had a mouthful of pasta in her mouth, and swallowing or spitting it out both seemed like good options. In the end, she had no choice but to hurriedly gulp it down.
She had made an aglia olio pasta, and the chill flakes were caught in her throat, nearly choking her she clutched her chest, her face tuming red from the coughing
She
eglared at the man standing in the shadows of the doorway, who was completely shrouded in the darkness of the night. “When did you get back? Why didn’t you make a sound?
Samuel didn’t respond but merely stared at the bowl of pasta with an unreadable expression.
“Have you eaten dinner? Do you want to try some of my pasta?” she asked awkwardly.
His face showed pure disdain.
It was the best
Upon seeing this, Kylie couldn’t help but grin bitterly. Of course, a high and mighty man like him wouldn’t eat something as common as pasta. But it was as this meant more for her.
“You didn’t eat dinner?” Samuel asked.
Kyle picked up another bite of pasta without looking up and answered, “I did. But I was writing a research paper all night for the Traditional and Modem Medicine Conference and got hungry again.”
Her face beamed with pleasure as she took another bite of her pasta.
“I didn’t know you could eat this much,” he teased and walled to the refrigerator
Swallowing her mouthful of pasta, she stared at his broad back and casually said, “It’s not like you can’t afford to feed me.”
Samuel looked inside the fridge, which was filled with high–quality ingredients, but they didn’t appeal to film.
“I added sausage and an egg, so it’s too much for one person. Would you like me to share some with you?” she kindly offered again. “No need. Just looking at it kills my appetite.”
He tuned het down without hesitation.
Kylie pursed her lips and muttered, “If it weren’t for the fact that you saved me today, I wouldn’t even offer you half of my noodles.” After complaining, she deliberately made a big show of slurping her pasta. “Wow, this is so good! It’s so delicious!”
Samuel stood in front of the double door fridge, tumed, and looked at her in disgust. “Has no one ever taught you basic table manners?”
“This is how you’re supposed to eat pasta to enjoy it best.” Kylie glared at him, then scooped up a small half–bowl. “There’s not much left. Are you sure you don’t
want to try some?
