His Secret Child, Her Revenge: Remarrying Up novel Chapter 199

Chapter 199 A Taste of Home

Chapter 199 A Taste of Home

The fish was absolutely delicious.

Jasmine deliberately served Ethan a piece.

He took a bite.

“Margaret, you really are an incredible cook.”

As he spoke, his gaze drifted toward a plate of pastries on the table.

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Noticing his interest, Margaret smiled and gently slid the plate of spiced apple oat cake closer to him.

“Mr. Brooks, Jasmine made these herself. Please, try one.”

Ethan picked up a cake and took a small bite.

He chewed slowly, swallowed, and his expression softened noticeably. Then he looked at Jasmine, his eyes warm and bright.

“I never would’ve guessed someone who spends all day buried in code could bake something this good.”

Jasmine grinned playfully. “Well, if I ever get laid off, at least I’ll have a fallback career.”

“You won’t get laid off,” Ethan replied firmly.

“You never know.” She shrugged. “The tech world moves fast. What if someone better comes along?”

Ethan met her eyes, his tone serious and deliberate. “I won’t let that happen.”

Jasmine froze for a second, momentarily forgetting to breathe.

Margaret cleared her throat lightly, breaking the brief silence.

“Speaking of which, Mr. Brooks-once Jasmine starts working at your company, would you mind keeping an eye on her? When she gets into her work, she loses track of everything. She forgets to drink water, she forgets to eat…”

Ethan smoothly eased the moment with a graceful smile.

“So that’s why you invited me over tonight-you had an agenda.”

Margaret laughed openly. “There’s a saying-you eat someone’s food, you soften your words; you take their hand, you go easy on them. I just wanted to soften you up a little before asking a favor.”

“Margaret,” Ethan said gently, “from now on, just call me Ethan. ‘Mr. Brooks’ feels too formal.”

“Of course,” Margaret agreed without hesitation. “Ethan it is. To be honest, ‘Mr. Brooks’ did sound a bit distant-not like how family talks.”

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We’re not family. Jasmine thought to herself, but seeing them both so at case, she let it go.

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Margaret watched Ethan with a fond, almost maternal expression, clearly growing fonder of him by the minute.

Seeing him help himself to several more of Jasmine’s homemade cakes, she couldn’t resist teasing him.

“Ethan, let me ask you something.”

“Go ahead.”

“Whose cooking do you prefer-mine, or the pastries Jasmine made?”

Before he could answer, Margaret raised a hand playfully. “And you can’t say they’re both good. You have to choose.”

The man’s eyes glimmered like clear water. A slight smile touched his lips.

“Margaret, your cooking is in a league of its own.”

Margaret beamed, visibly delighted.

Jasmine pretended to pout. “So you’re saying mine aren’t any good?”

“Your cake,” Ethan replied smoothly, “is the perfect complement to Margaret’s dishes-like the finishing

touch.”

That sent Margaret into another fit of laughter. “Jasmine, you once said Ethan was as stiff as a professor- but listen to him now! Quite the smooth talker, isn’t he?”

The evening meal continued, filled with light conversation and genuine warmth.

As it grew late, Ethan stayed a little longer before preparing to leave.

Jasmine walked him to the door, but he insisted she not step outside.

“Remember to wear socks around the house from now on,” he reminded her gently.

“Okay,” she replied softly.

Ethan turned to go, then paused, his feet rooted to the spot.

A few seconds later, he turned back.

“Thank you,” he said quietly.

Thinking he meant the dinner, Jasmine shook her head.

“It’s nothing. Like Margaret said, you’re welcome anytime.”

“I meant… thank you for letting me remember what it feels like,” he continued, his voice lower now, “to

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have someone waiting to share a meal with me.”

A faint shadow of loneliness passed through his eyes.

“Ever since my mom passed… I’d almost forgotten how it feels to come home to someone waiting.”

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Because of that slap, Chloe didn’t come home all night.

But since she had a habit of staying out late partying anyway, Silas wasn’t particularly worried.

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