Fated to Love You Again (Shawn and Norah) novel Chapter 265

Chapter 265 Keeping Our Distance 

"Alright, I won't say it, not again," Shawn said with his eyes curving. 

Considering that his wound hadn't fully healed and he couldn't eat spicy food, Norah decided to make spaghetti for him. 

Recalling how he used to complain about her cooking skills, she searched online for the best recipe. 

Opening the app, Norah typed in "Recipe for Spaghetti", and soon the screen displayed various pictures that looked appetizing. 

She reached out, about to tap on one of them. 

Suddenly, a warm, robust hand wrapped around her waist. 

Shawn rested his neck on her nape, gently blowing air and asking, "What are you planning to make for me?" 

"Spaghetti." 

His gaze fell on the app she had just opened, and he couldn't help but laugh. 

"Why are you laughing?" Norah asked, hearing it. 

Realizing that the screen was still on, she quickly turned it off and hid her phone away. 

The amusement in Shawn's eyes intensified. "It seems that you need external help to make spaghetti, Miss Chase." 

Norah denied it immediately. "No, I was just checking and studying the differences between their method and mine." 

"Did you find any differences?" 

"I didn't have a chance because you came over. Aren't you hungry? Then let go of me. I'm going to cook now." 

Shawn was cooperative this time, and he immediately loosened his grip. 

But then he spun her around and pushed her out of the kitchen. 

With his hands resting on her shoulders, Shawn said seriously, "Alright, since you're not good at cooking, leave it to me. You just need to look pretty, and I'll take care of the rest." 

"But what about your wound?" 

"Don't worry. I'll be fine as long as I don't engage in any strenuous activities." 

Although he said so, Norah was still worried. What had happened back then was still vivid in her memory. 

But Shawn had already locked himself in the kitchen. 

Through the transparent glass door, she could see the big figure bustling around. 

He opened the refrigerator, taking out some eggs, tomatoes, and flour. 

He performed every step with exceptional fluency. 

Then a wisp of smoke rose from the stove. 

Norah watched TV in the living room, waiting until she dozed off. 

When Shawn came out holding a plate, he saw Norah leaning sideways on the couch, fast asleep. He tiptoed closer, took a blanket, and gently covered her. 

After finishing dinner, he washed the dishes. 

Norah was still asleep. Shawn bent down, picked her up, and carried her into the bedroom. 

But she woke up as soon as he placed her on the bed and covered her with a blanket. 

She slowly opened her eyes, rubbed them, and asked in a daze, "How did I end up on the bed?" 

Shawn scratched her nose with his finger and said indulgently, "Silly girl, you fell asleep on the couch. I was worried you might catch a cold, so I carried you to bed. 

"Burnout?" 

Norah nodded. "I've got too much on my plate." 

"Take a good rest so that you'll have enough energy to face tomorrow's work."