Return, My Love: Wooing the Neglected Ex-Wife

Chapter 859:

“Okay.”

Dulce had pictured dinner being either a takeout affair or perhaps something whipped up by a servant, so she was utterly taken aback to discover Michael himself bustling about in the kitchen.

The steady rhythm of kitchen sounds reached Dulce’s ears, the chopping almost like a soothing tune.

She found herself drawn to the idea of sneaking a peek at Michael while he cooked.

Yet, she wasn’t as thrilled as she had thought; the joy she anticipated felt strangely hollow.

Lacey must have stayed here before, right?

Was Michael’s mastery in the kitchen something he had perfected for Lacey?

Nevertheless, Dulce soothed herself with the thought that she was, perhaps, more fortunate than Fiona.

Fresh from her shower, Dulce was drying off when she heard a knock at her door.

“Dinner is served,” Michael stated.

“Okay.”

Michael had laid out four dishes and a soup, and as he removed his apron to join Dulce at the table, he still wore a pristine shirt paired with polished black trousers—every inch the ideal spouse.

Upon sampling the creamy lobster bisque, Dulce almost melted into her chair, overwhelmed by its luxurious flavor. “It’s delicious!”

“I’m glad you like it.”

“Is this a skill you picked up on your own?” Michael’s smile wavered briefly.

The revelation that Lacey had been supporting her elderly nanny had caused quite a stir. This nanny had been like family to Lacey, having nurtured her from a young age, and her cooking expertise was a perfect match for Lacey’s palate.

When age finally prevented the nanny from wielding her kitchen magic, Michael had dedicated two days each week to absorb her recipes.

“Yes,” Michael affirmed, the simplicity of his answer masking the depth of his commitment.

Dulce, keenly intuitive, sensed the layers beneath his words and diverted her attention to another of his dishes.

Overwhelmed with appreciation, she couldn’t resist exclaiming, “You’re extraordinary! Not only dashing, but your mastery in the kitchen is absolutely stunning!”

It had been an eternity since anyone had celebrated Michael’s kitchen expertise to such an extent, and even longer since he had felt the joy of cooking for another soul.

After the sorrow of losing Lacey, Michael had wandered through a fog of despair. Yet, in this moment, as he observed Dulce savoring the meal, a nostalgic warmth enveloped him, reminiscent of those cherished days when he first cooked for Lacey.

“Take all the time you need; it’s all for you.” Michael ladled another serving of soup into Dulce’s bowl.noveldrama

Dulce couldn’t contain her excitement as she devoured the meal. Being Michael’s first effort in cooking for her, she made up her mind to finish everything, no matter the cost to her appetite.

After their evening meal, Michael asked Dulce whether she wanted some fruit.

Engrossed in a television program, Dulce responded without much thought, “Sure.”

A large plate brimming with cherries, each shimmering with tiny droplets of water, was set before her.

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