He Cheated I Rose Making Him Regret Everything (Chloe and Arthur) novel Chapter 514

514 A Simple Meal

She grabbed two eggs from the carton, carefully stepping around Eugene to get back to the stove. Scrambled eggs. Simple. She could do this.

But before she could even fill the pot with water, he was behind her again.

While she was frying the eggs, she almost flipped them right out of the pan.

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“Need a hand?” Eugene’s voice came close to her ear as his arms wrapped gently around her waist from behind.

Chloe’s heart stuttered. Her grip on the spatula tightened. She reached for the broth she’d been preparing and promptly knocked over a glass of water, soaking the front of her shirt.

A large wet patch spread across the fabric.

Eugene reached around, took the spatula from her hand, and gently guided her aside. “Let me.”

Chloe stood there, completely frozen.

How did this keep happening?

It was just pasta. She’d made pasta before. But with him standing so close, watching, her brain simply stopped working.

A few minutes later, two plates of pasta with scrambled eggs sat on the counter.

Chloe had used the time to clean up the mess she’d made.

“All set,” Eugene said, carrying both plates to the dining table.

Chloe followed and stopped short when she saw them.

It was just simple scrambled eggs, but of course he’d added his own touch. The eggs–supposed to be simple, straightforward–had been shaped into hearts.

She looked up at him. He met her gaze with that familiar, unreadable expression.

Some things never changed.

But wasn’t that exactly what had gotten to her all along? The way he never stopped. The way he showed up, again and again, until she had no choice but to notice.

Chloe smiled softly and took a bite. The broth was rich, the pasta cooked perfectly. After all that chaos in the kitchen, the first bite settled something in her chest. Warm. Comfortable. Right.

Maybe this was it. The simple stuff. A quiet evening. A good meal. Someone across the table.

She caught herself staring at him and quickly looked down.

“Something on my face?” Eugene asked, amused.

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Chapter 514 A Simple Meal

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Chloe felt heat creep up her cheeks. “I was just thinking… I wanted to impress you with my cooking, and instead I made a mess. Wondering if I’ll ever get to your level.”

“You don’t need to,” Eugene said simply. “I can cook for you. For the rest of our lives. Different things every day if you want.” He paused, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “With you, I hold nothing back. That’s just how it’s always been.”

Chloe raised an eyebrow. “That’s a little dramatic for a plate of pasta, don’t you think?”

He tilted his head, his smile deepening into something softer. “Maybe.”

She laughed and took another bite. It was just pasta. But somehow, it was the best one she’d ever had.

When they finished, Chloe started gathering the bowls.

Eugene reached out and stopped her. “Leave them. Someone will come by later.”

“I feel like I should at least do the dishes,” Chloe said. “You cooked.”

He hesitated, then stood. “Then we’ll do them together.”

Chloe looked at him–really looked–and nodded. “Okay.”

They cleared the table and cleaned up the kitchen side by side. Chloe was still a little clumsy, but she managed. Together, they got it done.

Her eyes landed on the bottle of wine she’d brought earlier. In all the chaos, she’d completely forgotten about it. It sat on the counter, unopened.

“Feel like a drink?” she asked, almost impulsively.

Eugene glanced at the bottle, then at her. The smile that crossed his face was slow and warm. “Sure. I’ll open it. Needs to breathe for a bit anyway. While we wait, you should change.”

Right. Her shirt was still damp from earlier. She’d almost forgotten.

He’d thought of everything, as usual. There was a whole section of the closet upstairs dedicated to her- clothes, shoes, even toiletries. He’d had it all prepared ages ago,

“Good idea.”

Chloe headed upstairs, weaving through the familiar hallways until she reached the master bedroom. She opened the closet and paused.

She’d seen it before, but she’d never really looked. Not like this.

Everything was there. Dresses still with tags. Casual wear. Formal wear. Rows of shoes. Drawers with fresh undergarments in her size. He’d thought of everything.

Her fingers trailed over the fabrics–silk, cotton, cashmere–before stopping on a particular piece. A silk nightgown. Simple. Elegant. Beautifully soft beneath her fingertips.

mple. Elegant.