The Alpha’s Regret Claiming His Luna novel Chapter 61

Chapter 35: Jealousy’s Madness–2

“Never thought the heir of the Rivers family could cook,” I teased, unable to hide my smile.

Connor glanced over his shoulder, his ice–blue eyes warm with amusement. He rinsed the vegetables unhurriedly.

“Remember that healing broth I brought you last time? The one you asked where I bought it?” he asked. “I made it myself.”

My eyebrows shot up in genuine surprise. “You cooked that? Why did it taste exactly like my mother’s cooking from years ago?”

Connor’s expression softened. “I secretly learned it from Sarah back when I used to

come over for family gatherings.”

I shook my head, skeptical. “Impossible. You only came to our house a handful of

times before my mother passed away. How could you have learned everything?”

Instead of arguing, Connor simply continued his work, slicing celery with practiced

precision and marinating beef. After a moment, he changed the subject.

“Remember I promised to take you somewhere? That day you were hurt so we didn’t

go,” he said. “Tomorrow, I’ll take you.”

I blinked, momentarily distracted. “And this has something to do with your cooking

skills?”

“Yes, it does,” he answered with a mysterious smile.

“Alright,” I agreed, my curiosity piqued.

Soon, the kitchen filled with delicious aromas. Connor served two dishes and a soup:

celery stir–fried with beef, herb–scrambled eggs, and winter melon soup.

I rarely ate much in the evenings, but tonight was different. The familiar flavors reminded me so much of my mother’s cooking that I found myself finishing an entire bowl of rice. Together, we cleared every plate.

When I stood to wash the dishes, Connor gently caught my wrist. “Sit down. I’ll

handle it.”

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I couldn’t resist teasing him. “Wow, Connor, you’re so virtuous and gentle. Should I marry you and bring you home?”

He chuckled, reaching out to flick my forehead lightly. “No, I’ll marry you.”

The simple statement sent an unexpected warmth through me. My wolf, Cora, stirred contentedly inside me.

After tidying the kitchen, Connor prepared to leave. I noticed with a strange disappointment that he made no attempt to stay the night. I leaned against the doorframe, watching him gather his things.

A thought suddenly struck me: why didn’t he want to stay? Did he not find me attractive? I glanced down at my own figure reflexively. I was curvy and alluring enough, surely?

Connor caught my distracted look and smiled knowingly. “What are you thinking about, looking so deep in thought?”

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