The True Heiress Reborn And Slays (Alicia Delaney) novel Chapter 172

Chapter 172 Buried Truths

all, he’d come all the way here on an empty stomach and waited in the rain–ultimately, it was because of her.

e got up, walked to the refrigerator, and pulled the door open.

nder the cool white light, the inside was nearly bare–just a few eggs and a bundle of dried pasta sitting alone in the corner.

She glanced over at the man on the sofa watching her and said, a little helplessly, “How about I make you some pasta then?! brought back some takeout too, so you can just make do with that, okay?”

Okay.”

Sebastian didn’t complain at all. He agreed right away.

He watched as Riley closed the fridge, grabbed an apron from the cabinet with familiar ease, tied it around herself, and turned toward the small open kitchen to start getting things ready for him.

Under the warm glow of the kitchen light, she rolled up her sleeves, revealing slender, pale wrists, and bent her head to focus on boiling the pasta. The soft light traced the curve of her profile.

For that moment, the storm outside, all the corporate maneuvering, and the endless family drama seemed to fade into the background.

Without even realizing it, the usual sharp chill in Sebastian’s gaze softened into something deep and gentle.

Riley wasn’t much of a cook.

Truth be told, ever since marrying Lucas, she hardly ever stepped into the kitchen.

The few simple dishes she’d once learned had faded from memory after one discouraging day after another.

So even with something as basic as pasta, she only knew one or two of the simplest ways to prepare it.

In the open kitchen, the only sound was the steady hum of the range hood.

Water bubbled and rolled in the pot. She dropped the pasta in, watched it slowly soften, then cracked an egg into the simmering

water.

broth, no vegetables, not even a sprinkle of herbs.

minutes later, she set a plate of just about the plainest pasta imaginable in front of Sebastian,

clear broth was a fairly round fried egg, with a few strands of pasta tucked beneath it.

imply picked up his fork without a word and began eating as though it were nothing out of the ordinary.

int, properly, without making unnecessary noise. Good manners were etched into every movement.

from him, watching him quietly bring the pasta to his mouth, and felt a faint, unexpected flutter of nerves.

Jan’t help asking, “How is it?”

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Chapter 172 Buried Truths

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Sebastian swallowed what was in his mouth, dabbed his lips with a napkin, then looked up with those eyes and offered an honest assessment. “Not bad. A little on the plain side.”

Then, as if remembering something, he paused briefly before adding unprompted, “My aunt Regina used to make pasta like this for me, back in the day.”

His tone was even, but there was a touch of nostalgia resting underneath.

“She didn’t cook often either, so she could never quite get the seasoning right.”

The sudden shift in topic caught Riley off guard.

She picked up on the name and a thought crossed her mind. Cautiously, she asked, “Your aunt Regina… is she-?”

“Yes,” he finished for her, his voice calm. “She was Aiden’s mother.”

Riley caught the warmth in Sebastian’s eyes and heard herself say, “Sounds like you two were close.”

“Yeah.” He nodded, not denying it..

Outside, the rain grew heavier, like a thick layer of soundtrack to this late–night conversation.

“When I was really young, my parents were wrapped up with the family business. My mom asked Regina to come help look after me. You could say I spent most of my childhood with her.

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