Scars Of A Broken Bond free novel - Chapter 1794

Chapter 1794

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Living in a large house wasnt necessarily a positive thing. Bettie searched for Lance on every floor and finally discovered him cooking in the kitchen on the ground floor.

Noticing her arrival, Lance flashed a smile. You wake up? Please wait in the dining room. Dinner will be ready shortly.

Okay. Bettie nodded, scrutinizing Lances meticulous movements in the kitchen. She wasnt sure if it was just her perception, but he seemed the very image of an ideal husband.

Just make do for tonight. The housekeeper starts tomorrow.

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Sure. Bettie asked casually, Why did you put your toiletries in the bathroom of my room?

Before the wedding, they had agreed to sleep in separate rooms with her in the master bedroom and he in the secondary bedroom. Each room in the villa was spacious. The only difference between the master and secondary bedrooms was their layout.

That was your idea, remember? Two sets of necessities in each bedroom, just in case your mother comes to check on us. Lance raised his eyebrow.

Oh, right.

What? You dont want us to sleep in separate rooms? Lance asked, his eyebrows arching.

Youre so full of yourself! Bettie retorted, rolling her eyes as she turned toward the dining room.

The kitchen opened up to a spacious dining area, complete with plush carpets and a large round table that could seat over ten guests.

Situated on the first floor due to the layout of the terrain, the dining room featured a vast glass wall that offered a stunning view of the night landscape. The nearby river shimmered under the moonlight, a testament to the Luxurious tastes of the wealthy.

Dinner was modest yet appealing, consisting of a meat dish and a vegetable dish.

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The aroma of fried meat with green peppers wafted through the air, mingling with the earthy scent of mushrooms.

The spicy, tender meat tantalized Betties taste buds as she scooped up a piece and took a bite.

Is it good? Lance inquired, watching her closely.

Chewing thoughtfully, Bettie nodded and swallowed Yes, surprisingly so. I didnt expect you to be such a great cook.

Im glad to hear that, Lance replied with a smile.

As Bettie savored another piece of mushroom, a sudden thought struck her, and her expression turned suspicious. She wondered if Lance was somehow manipulating her, though she had no proof.

Whats the matter? Lance asked, setting down his fork, his expression clouded with confusion.

Nothing. Betties voice was a mere whisper, her gaze locked on Lances serene expression. She pressed her lips together tightly.

Following their meal, Lance didnt wait to be asked. He began clearing the table himself.

Bettie, wanting to contribute, offered politely, Let me help with the dishes.

No, its fine. You relax, Lance insisted, a gentle firmness in his voice.

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