Finding Love in the Boss’s Embrace After Divorce novel Chapter 1399

Marcellus felt a heavy blow to his confidence; he couldn't stand looking at the fried egg he had made. Without a second thought, he walked over to the trash can and dumped the failed egg, leaving no trace of its existence.

"I can't believe it…" He rinsed the pan with clean water and returned to the stove, determined to try frying the egg again.

This time, the flame was smaller and yet he still didn't use any oil. While the egg didn't burn, the yolk was everywhere, causing the final product to look more like a scrambled egg rather than a fried one.

He picked up a small piece and gave it a taste. Despite its appearance, it tasted decent, a vast improvement from the chocolate-colored egg earlier.

After toasting a slice of bread, Marcellus meticulously spread some jam on it and placed the egg on top. He also lightly fried some tomatoes and arranged them neatly on the toast.

Looking at the perfectly square Marcellus-style sandwich on his plate, he couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment.

Glancing at the empty white porcelain plate, he felt something was missing. After some thought, he picked up the jar of jam and drew a heart on the empty space.

A very playful and cute, strawberry-red heart.

After setting the sandwich on the dining table, Marcellus prepared some oatmeal and milk. Though the proportion was not well-adjusted, and it looked more like a bowl of thick oatmeal porridge, Marcellus was quite satisfied with his efforts.

It was already twenty past seven by the time he finished the simple breakfast. As he was about to head upstairs to wake everyone, he heard a light set of footsteps coming from upstairs.

Looking up, he saw Beryl, already dressed, coming downstairs.

Marcellus raised an eyebrow, pulled out a dining chair, and stood in place waiting for her, "You're up just in time. Come and eat."

Beryl walked over and noticed the smell of food in the dining room. She looked at the somewhat comically shaped sandwich on the plate and glanced at the kitchen, then the living room.

Nobody was there...

Beryl was a little confused and asked him in confusion, "Why?"

"Don't take photos this time. Next time, when I have more experience and make it look better, then you can take photos."

So... he was afraid it didn't look good?

Beryl said with a touch of resignation, "I'm not going to share it, just for my own viewing."

Unexpectedly, he was quite firm, "Even so, it's not okay. No one can see it."

"I don't mind if it looks a little messy," Beryl saw that he was genuinely concerned and spoke softly to comfort him, "I'm already touched that you would cook for me. How could I complain? I just want to capture the moment of my boyfriend cooking for me for the first time. Can't I?"