The Hidden Empress Stripping Her Secrets After Divorce novel Chapter 367

He made a mental note of it.

After two straight hours of scrolling, the harsh glare of the phone screen made his eyes burn. Yet, he felt more energized than ever as his mind began racing with plans—

If he mastered cooking, he could bring her food every single day.

Hot, fresh, and exactly what she craved.

Just like he did back in San Francisco.

No, even better than before.

He would make it himself.

A grin stretched across Sebastian's face, pulling at the cuts on his jaw and making him wince in pain.

But the smile stayed.

Tossing his phone aside, he checked the time—five in the morning.

Outside his window, the Parisian sky was still cloaked in deep darkness.

He closed his eyes.

And this time, he finally drifted off to sleep.

—

Eight o'clock in the morning.

The doorbell chimed.

No answer.

It chimed again.

Still no answer.

Lance Sterling pulled out his spare keycard and let himself in.

He walked into the bedroom, freezing the second he saw Sebastian in bed.

"Mr. Thorne?"

Sebastian opened his eyes and slowly sat up.

Lance inhaled sharply.

"Boss, you... you look like The Panda."

Sebastian clutched his ribs and dragged himself to the mirror.

The man staring back at him had a swollen, purple eye, a busted lip, and dark bruises scattered across his jaw. But the worst part was the massive dark circles under his eyes—the result of extreme sleep deprivation.

He looked exactly like a battered panda fresh out of a warzone.

Sebastian stared at his reflection for two silent seconds.

Then he spoke.

"Find me a chef."

Lance blinked, completely thrown.

"Huh? A chef?"

"An authentic chef," Sebastian clarified. "Someone who specializes in spicy cuisine. The more traditional, the better."

Lance blinked again, his brain failing to process the request.

"Boss, are you... trying to learn how to cook?"