Chris arrived at the apartment. As soon as he entered, he smelled a delightful aroma wafting from the kitchen.
There, he found Lena busily cooking, tending to a pot of chicken soup that had been simmering for hours. Though soup required patience, she did not seem to mind. She lifted the lid and took a whiff, then used a small spoon to taste it before she smiled in satisfaction.
Chris leaned against the kitchen doorway, a mix of emotions washing over him as he observed her.
He walked over quietly and embraced her from behind, causing her to jump in surprise. He tightened his hands around her waist, and she relaxed upon recognizing his familiar touch.
"What are you doing?" she asked softly.
Chris did not reply. Instead, he took in her scent and kissed her neck tenderly.
Lena shrank into herself, her face flushing.
Chris chuckled. It seemed he had discovered her sensitive spot.
"Even though this isn't for me, it still feels great," Chris said softly.
"What?"
"To come home and see you busy in the kitchen, the house filled with warmth and the aroma of cooking, and to have you beside me. This is the life I want most."
Lena served him a bowl, and Chris acted flattered. "What? Isn't this a treat for pregnant ladies?"
"Are you having it or not?" Lena asked with a casual tone, but there was a hint of a smile on her face.
Chris could not have been happier. He carried it to the dining table as if he were holding a precious treasure and savored every spoonful.
Lena turned off the stove and sat across from him, watching him with a faint smile.
The life he had described earlier was exactly what she wanted most, too.
Chris looked at her and said thoughtfully, "Lenny, about what you told me the other day..."
"Don't mention it to anyone," Lena said in a hushed tone. "I don't want others to know. If it weren't for wanting to explain that photo to you, I wouldn't have told you either."
Chris lowered his head, hesitating to speak. "Lenny, can I ask you a question?"
"Sure."
"Are you absolutely certain that you are Mr. Thompson's daughter?"
Lena was taken aback. What could be uncertain about this? Her mother had written all those things in her diary, and they were all based on actual events. Nicholas had saved her mother's life, and her mother had loved him deeply, willing to do anything for him. Did the "anything" not include bearing his child?
She nodded firmly, her gaze unwavering. "I'm sure. Everything my mother wrote is true!"
"Your mother's words are true, but..." Chris looked a bit anxious. "But she didn't explicitly write that you are Nicholas Thompson's daughter."
"Chris, what are you trying to say?"
Chris cleared his throat and reached into his pocket for the crumpled DNA test report. He had secretly taken Lena's hair for a DNA test, and the result showed she had no biological relationship with Nicholas.
This result, though logical, had taken him by surprise. When he had read Lena's diary and listened to her life story, he had harbored doubts. He knew what kind of person Nicholas was, so he could not believe he had ever betrayed his family.
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