The Billionaire's Maid Bride novel Chapter 687

"Alright, since you're so eager to eat my cooking, give me half an hour. I'll get started," the man said, leaning down to plant a tender kiss on her cheek before heading to the kitchen.

Allison's fridge was always stocked to the brim each week by her assistant. Lucian opened it to find an abundance of food. He picked out the ingredients he needed and looked up to see Allison standing in the doorway, holding a baby pink apron.

She gave it a little wave.

One of Lucian's eyebrows arched playfully, a smile tugging at his lips. "Do I really have to wear it?"

Allison nodded, stepping closer. He opened his arms, letting her tie the apron around him. Seeing him in the slightly snug, pink apron made Allison burst into laughter. "It's a bit tight, but it'll save your shirt from splatters."

Lucian started slicing tomatoes, a smile playing on his lips as he watched Allison giggle. "Why don't you go relax? It might get smoky in here."

Allison retreated to the living room, flipping through channels for a while before her curiosity got the better of her. She wandered back to the kitchen and snapped a few photos of Lucian cooking, forgetting to silence her phone. The shutter sound caught his attention, and Allison quickly hid her phone behind her back. "Just checking on the chef," she said with a sheepish grin.

Lucian, noticing her dimpled smile, simply asked, "Seen enough?"

"Yeah, I'm heading out," she replied, going back to the living room. She couldn't help but smile as she looked at the photos on her phone.

Lucian looked handsome, his profile smooth and defined. Dressed in a simple black tee and the baby pink apron, he was an unexpected picture of domestic charm. Her lips curled into a smile at the thought.

If only it could be like this every day.

But this man would never truly be hers.

"Go on, taste it," Lucian urged.

Allison took a bite, the flavors of the tangy tomato sauce mingling with the creamy eggs. She nodded approvingly. "Delicious." She took another generous mouthful, her cheeks puffing out like a chipmunk's.

Watching her relish the meal, Lucian couldn't help but smile.

"Back when I was studying in Britain, I lived alone. Western food never really suited my palate, so I often cooked for myself. I might not be a Michelin-star chef, but I can whip up a pretty decent home-cooked meal."

"I had you pegged as one of those Mr. Perfects, too posh to lift a finger. Just snap your fingers, and maids would come running to serve a feast."

"Disappointed to discover otherwise?" He reminisced about his time in Britain, where he wasn't showered with privileges. "Back then, the old man wouldn't give us a dime. Once we were sent abroad to study, our bank cards were cut off for four years. Every step had to be earned."