Twisted Ties of Love (Izabella Salotti and Brett) novel Chapter 614

The place was a dust haven, having been left uninhabited for quite some time. The pantry was bare, save for a half-empty bag of flour and a smattering of spices.

Every time she returned, she'd tidy up and, when hunger struck, she'd whip up a simple bowl of homemade pasta.

David lounged for a bit, taking in the sights of a girl's room for the first time, and it was nothing like he'd imagined. He'd pictured a pink princess palace, cluttered with make-up and clothes, but Bella's room was as plain and unassuming as her name suggested. His family's housekeeper had quarters that outshone this small space.

"I'm getting kinda hungry. Got anything to eat around here?"

"There's still some flour left. How about some pasta?"

"Sounds good to me."

With a limited array of spices, Bella suggested they head downstairs to pick up some veggies, and David tagged along for the walk.

She felt she owed David for his help that evening, so in addition to the veggies and spices, Bella splurged on some ribs, beef, and seasonal fruits.

She cooked up a hearty dish of braised ribs pasta, and neatly packed the cold cuts of beef for David to take home.

No sooner had she finished cooking than David dove in, not minding the heat, slurping the broth and devouring the pasta with gusto. "This is better than anything my family's personal chef whips up."

"Your cooking's amazing, Bella. You could be a chef if showbiz doesn't work out."

Bella just smiled modestly, not quite believing her culinary skills were that impressive, as she was so used to her own cooking.

David wasn't used to quiet company; silence often left him feeling awkward. But Bella was different. Her presence was comforting. She listened intently, responding now and then, fostering a closeness that was almost involuntary.

"Hey, are your folks not around?"

Bella shook her head. "I don't have family."

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