Mitchel, with a quirked eyebrow, casually replied, “Learning isn’t tough if you’re interested. Soup making is all about the timing and balance. Overcook it, and you lose the flavor. Undercook it, and it lacks depth. Nail the timing and pick the right ingredients, and you end up with something that’s both tasty and healthy…”
Raegan was impressed by his methodical approach to cooking, seeing it as something a perfectionist would do, applying precision even in the kitchen.
After savoring a large bowl of soup, Raegan remarked, “You’ve lured me for another bowl of soup.”
Mitchel, cleaning her face with a wet wipe, saying teasingly, “Thank you, Miss Foster, for taking me in. Caring for you is the least I can do.”
Raegan found herself at a loss for words.
After tossing the wipe away, Mitchel casually inquired, “Which soup did you like more, the one from lunch or tonight’s?”
Once again, Raegan was lost for words. She thought back to the lunchtime call when Mitchel had offered to make and bring her a meal, only to find she was already dining with a business partner.
The business partner cheerfully handed her a bowl of soup and said, “Miss Foster, give this a try. It’s supposed to make your skin softer and more dazzling.”
Little did Raegan expect the words of a business partner, a man, would stick with Mitchel.
Raegan quipped, “The one I had at lunch was pretty good, made by a real chef.”
“How good?” As Mitchel lifted Raegan up to head for a wash, he asked, “Better than what I make?”
Lately, Mitchel had been carrying Raegan around every evening, so she barely had to use her feet.
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“The soup tonight was a bit on the sour side.” Raegan laughed, looping her arms around Mitchel’s neck.
Catching her drift, Mitchel responded with a smirk, “Staying at home waiting for you to come back makes me overthink.”
Raegan hummed in mock agreement. “Now you understand how I feel when waiting for you in the past.”
Mitchel went quiet, wondering if that was how Raegan felt waiting for him. It had to be tough.
Noticing his silence, Raegan cheekily lifted his chin, saying, “Look after me well, and I’ll make sure to come home early when I have social commitments.”
Mitchel looked at her, his voice hoarse. “I’ll do my best to take care of you.”
After getting washed up, Raegan got ready for a bath, something she did unless she returned too late.
Meanwhile, Mitchel started washing up.
Raegan waited for him to step out.
After washing up, Mitchel unexpectedly didn’t leave. Instead, he carried her into the bathtub and turned on the shower.
“Splash.” The sound of water echoed as it hit them, soaking their clothes.