Faye tugged at the corner of his lips, "Have you eaten?..."
Tessa Caldwell immediately wanted to reply that she had already eaten, but then she heard his second half of the sentence: "If not, I'll cook for you."
Oh my, the sun's rising from the west; Faye's going to cook.
She looked at him in astonishment, "You can cook."
"There's steak in the fridge, I can at least fry that."
"First time?"
He nodded, then raised his hand to ruffle her hair, "You go rest, take a shower, and it'll be ready when you come out."
Faye cooking for the first time, how could she miss such a historic moment? Of course, she couldn't miss it.
Tessa shook her head, followed him to the kitchen, propped her chin with her hands, and lay on the counter watching Faye fry the steak.
With an elegant posture and a relaxed demeanor, it was as if he was a jade carver sculpting, a pianist playing the piano, not just frying a steak.
