All Too Late novel Chapter 316

Chapter 316 Is Mommy Still Alive

Gizem did not expect Samuel would be so strict with his children’s education.

“I see…”

“You’re not a parent. You won’t know what I’m feeling,” Samuel stated emotionlessly.

She gave no comments to that.

“Your room is upstairs, next to Desi’s room,” he continued in a cold voice.

Gizem nodded in reply before taking her luggage with her as she went up the stairs.

Florinia Manor was huge.

The second floor alone had several rooms. That did not include the living room, kitchen, and other rooms in the manor.

It, in fact, looked more like a castle.

“What are you looking for?” A handsome-looking Eil stood behind Gizem, wearing a gray hoodie and blue denim jeans.

She answered, “My room.”

“This way.” He looked at her. “I’ll show you.”

“Thanks.” After thanking him, she flashed him a faint smile, causing the boy to blush.

A thought appeared in his mind. Even though she’s not pretty and doesn’t seem to be a friendly person, she looks gentle when she smiles.

When Eil led her to her bedroom, she thanked him once more before pushing open the door.

Her room was not spacious, but it had everything she needed.

Eil was not in a hurry to leave. “I ate the meatballs you made last time.”

Gizem turned around to look at him, blinking in confusion.

“Do you know how to make other stuff?” he asked out of curiosity.

“I do.” She nodded.

“Can you cook for me, then?” After a pause, he added, “Well, it doesn’t have to be now.”

“No problem, but let me unpack my stuff first.”

He nodded. “Okay.”

When the boy was about to leave, he swiveled around again. “My room is next to yours as well. If you need anything, you can look for me. I’ll help you.”

Gizem responded with a tight-lipped smile, “All right.”

Eil pursed his lips for a while before explaining, “I’m not treating you like a housekeeper. I just think your culinary skills are good.”

The woman was stunned for a second. “It’s fine. I can make some food once in a while. I’m glad you like it.”

Eil’s face flushed once again as he walked off.

Noticing his red cheeks, Gizem smiled faintly. What a cute little guy.

After unpacking her luggage for a while, she went downstairs to cook.

The housekeeper saw her enter the kitchen and asked, “Dr. Zabinski, do you need anything?”

“Eil wants to eat the food I prepare,” Gizem explained.

The housekeeper was taken aback. “Oh, really?”

Gizem nodded.

“My goodness!” The housekeeper was even more surprised.

“What’s the matter?” Gizem looked at the woman in bewilderment.

“Mr. Eil has always been a picky eater. Actually, he’s not that picky, but he usually doesn’t like to eat food prepared by other people. He’s only not picky with the food prepared by Mr. Macari.”

Is that so?

“Let me have a try, then,” Gizem stated dispassionately.

“All right.” The housekeeper nodded, stepping aside.

With that, Gizem started preparing dinner.

Her movements were fluid and natural. One could see that she was someone who often cooked.

Samuel was initially in the study but wanted to get himself a glass of water, so he went downstairs to the kitchen.

Upon seeing Gizem in there, he furrowed his brows slightly.

“Why are you here?” he asked coldly.

The housekeeper turned around and answered, “Mr. Eil wants to eat the food prepared by Dr. Zabinski.”

Hearing that, Samuel frowned deeply, as Eil had never asked anybody else to cook except for his father.

What’s so special about Gizem’s cooking?