The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 927

For a split second, I thought Ferris had come home and was cooking for me.

But reality quickly crashed over me. How could that be?

Ferris was still lying in a hospital bed. He couldn't even take care of himself, let alone cook for me.

Yet the mouthwatering smell of food was undeniably wafting under my nose.

Perhaps Mrs. Crawford was using the kitchen here to cook.

The food smelled absolutely divine, making my stomach rumble aggressively. I quickly got up, pinning my hair back as I walked toward the kitchen. "Mrs. Crawford, what delicious food are you making... Sabrina, what are you doing here?"

"Selena, you're awake? Did I scare you?" Seeing me, Sabrina rushed to explain. "Lucille asked me to come. She said you've been exhausted lately and really needed nutrition, so she sent me to take care of you. She's the one who gave me your passcode."

So she was here to cook for me, sent by Lucille.

A warm feeling bloomed in my chest. Lucille really did love me the most. Knowing I was exhausted, injured, and pregnant, she worried I wouldn't eat well, so she sent Sabrina to look after me.

But even if Lucille wanted to send someone, why send Sabrina? Sabrina didn't know the first thing about cooking.

However, when I glanced to the side, I froze.

Sitting on the kitchen counter were two freshly prepared dishes that actually looked incredibly professional.

A plate of Glazed Pulled Pork and a plate of tofu with greens—both looked and smelled like culinary masterpieces.

But when did a kitchen disaster like her learn how to cook?