The Wife He Dumped, The Queen She Returned As novel Chapter 109

Quentin handled the ingredients with fluid grace, yet he still asked for Chloe's opinion at every step, strictly following her instructions.

Chloe leaned against the kitchen counter, watching his clean, muscular forearms exposed by his rolled-up sleeves. Suddenly, she recalled his lowered eyelashes from when she was tying the apron.

"Next step? What goes in first?"

"Huh?"

Quentin's clear voice snapped her back to reality. She flinched slightly and swallowed hard.

"Oh! Put the sliced meat in first..."

Quentin smiled and tossed the meat into the pan with his elegant fingers.

The sunlight from the window spilled over his sharp profile. That smile was almost blindingly handsome.

Chloe hastily looked away. Maybe the kitchen was just too hot, but her cheeks felt warm, and she suddenly didn't know what to do with her hands.

Fortunately, the meal was ready quickly. Quentin placed a plate in front of her, his tone carrying a hint of earnestness:

"How is it? Is it an accurate recreation?"

"...Only about halfway," Chloe said, feeling a bit gloomy.

Quentin frowned. "What about the other half?"

"You didn't recreate all the mistakes I made when I cooked it."

Chloe sighed. They had both followed the recipe, so why was the gap in human capability so massive?

Quentin gave a helpless laugh. "That works out perfectly. From now on, you memorize the recipes, and I'll do the cooking."

Even though she couldn't take much credit for this meal, it had been a long time since Chloe had eaten something so suited to her tastes. She ate with immense satisfaction.

Right then, Quentin's phone rang.

He answered it. Upon hearing the other party's words, his eyes visibly brightened.

"Alright, we'll be right there."

Seeing that he had business to attend to, Chloe stood up considerately. "You go ahead and work. I'll take Yuri back down now."

"Chloe." Quentin suddenly stopped her. "Do you remember Dr. Macleod?"

Chloe stopped in her tracks.

Even if she had only had the privilege of meeting such a legendary figure once, she could never forget him.

The most vivid memory of her entire career was being called in last-minute to provide live simultaneous interpretation for a white-haired old man.

She had watched with her own eyes as he reconnected the intricate cranial nerves of a child who had been paralyzed for over a decade. In just five or six hours, he made that child stand and walk again.

That scene had completely shattered her reality. It was a true medical miracle.

A fierce surge of hope rose in Chloe's chest, making her voice tremble slightly:

"I remember... but didn't he retire long ago after that surgery?"

Quentin looked at her. "He's already on a plane. He'll arrive in Sterling Bay tomorrow morning."

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