The Tycoon's Deepest Repentance (Sophia and Ryan) novel Chapter 238

Chapter 232: Do You Have a Favorite?

"Try this fish," Charlotte pursed her lips and said softly to the man in front of her.

She lowered her eyes slightly, and a trace of extremely shallow emotions crossed the bottom of her eyes.

She remembered that in her previous life, it was also such an uneventful evening when Max made her a steamed fish like this.

He told her that it was his favorite dish and hoped that she would like it too.

However, she did not take a bite at that time.

She did not like him, so she did not want to accept his good intentions or eat the fish he made with his own hands.

She disappointed him and left the steamed fish like a pair of shoes..

Now time has been reversed, and in a new life, she has become the one who made the fish.

And she wondered, was this still Max's favorite dish?

Max heard her and stretched out his spoon. He took a piece of fish and put it in his mouth.

Charlotte watched the man's expression again.

Under her gaze, Max's eyes could not help but flicker slightly as he accelerated his chewing.

The steamed fish in his mouth had a delicious taste, and it was smooth but not greasy.

Of course, it was delicious.

It was just that he did not know why Charlotte had made this dish.

Steamed fish had always been his favorite dish.

However, very few people knew about it.

Did she make this dish by mistake, or did she specifically ask for his preferences?

Max's eyes narrowed, and a silent light flashed across his handsome and incomparable face.

Charlotte saw that he had been silent, and her heart could not help but rise again.

"What's wrong?" she asked, moving her lips.

He shook his head and weakly said, "Nothing."

"It's delicious," he added right after.

"Your cooking skills surprise me a bit," the man did not move as he put down his utensils and said carelessly.

Charlotte smiled and rubbed her neck, "I'm really good at cooking, but I don't do it often."

In fact, there was a time before when she worked in a Michelin- starred restaurant.

At that time, there were many people who came in admiration just to eat the dishes she made with her own hands.

Therefore, her cooking skills were undoubtedly excellent, but she never had a chance to show them off.

Max stared straight at her, his eyes deep and piercing.

Maybe it was because of this steamed fish, maybe it was because of this meal...

He felt a sense of being valued.

The importance that came from Charlotte.

The mood, as if it was infected as well, gave birth to a steep wave of pleasure in his heart.

"I like it," Max spat out these words in a light voice, his face calm and peaceful.

When she heard this, the corner of her mouth immediately blossomed into a smile. "It's good that you like it. Go ahead and eat more."

Under the faint halo of light, the girl's white and soft cheeks looked like they were flooded with light. It was beautiful and dazzling.

His eyes were filled with her.

Max stared at her without speaking for a moment.

 For a while, he had the illusion that Charlotte might actually like him.

"You..." The man's thin lips moved slightly.

"Have a favorite?"

Caught off guard, Max asked such a sentence.

When she heard this, she could not help but widen her eyes slightly.

She was a bit rushed and overwhelmed.

The man's burning and deep gaze was like incomparably warm sunlight, burning her skin red.

She pursed her lips and fell silent.

When Max saw this look on her face, his handsome eyebrows could not help but knit a few points tighter.

Her expression was, well, strange.

No matter how someone looked at it, it seemed like she had a weak heart...