The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 878

I paused mid-sentence, shaking my head. "You know what? Forget it. Just stay out of the kitchen. This isn't your element, so don't force it. From now on, whenever you want something, just tell me. I'll make it for you."

"Mhm!" Sabrina was still sniffling, but her head snapped up the second I said that. A bright, eager light sparked in her eyes. "Selena, you still want to cook for me?"

"What, you don't like my cooking anymore?" I raised an eyebrow, teasing her. "You used to be obsessed with my recipes. You were my most loyal customer."

Back when Maxwell's company was imploding, the sheer anxiety kept him away from the house constantly.

At the same time, Lucille discovered he had been having an affair with his secretary. She spent every waking hour tailing him, terrified they were secretly meeting up.

With both of them constantly gone, Sabrina and I were left to fend for ourselves. Money was tight, so ordering takeout was impossible. Left with no other options, I had to learn how to cook.

I still remembered my very first attempt—Rustic Tomato and Egg Tagliatelle. I accidentally scrambled the eggs into a charred mess, and the tomatoes looked genuinely revolting. Sabrina took one look at the plate, turned her nose up, and declared she was starving.

I didn't try to force her. I quietly ate my portion and cleared the table.

But when I woke up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom, I heard noises coming from the kitchen. Peeking around the corner, I caught Sabrina shoveling the leftover pasta into her mouth like she hadn't eaten in days.

She froze, completely mortified, but stubbornly claimed she was just trying not to pass out from starvation, and that my food was still terrible.