Chapter 180 The Jealous Michael Thorn

• Dominating the eastern perimeter of the expansive living room was a massive, floor-to-ceiling bookshelf, packed to the brim with dense volumes covering global languages, history, and international affairs. The remainder of the space featured a large wall-mounted television, a minimalist gray sectional sofa, and a sleek glass coffee table. Adjacent to the seating area was a state-of-the-art kitchen and a sprawling wine cabinet, where several bottles of exceptionally rare and valuable vintage red wine were elegantly displayed.
• Evelyn turned around and carefully took the container of soup back from his hands. "Um... the truth is, I'm remarkably clumsy when it comes to domestic things, and I honestly don't know how to cook at all. So, I just packaged a hot pot of soup for you from a well-known shop down the street," she admitted, her cheeks flushing with a hint of genuine embarrassment. Growing up as the cherished daughter of the wealthy Meyers family, she had never once been required to handle kitchen duties, meaning she had simply never learned the art of cooking.
• "It doesn't matter in the slightest," Alexander replied softly, his eyes locking onto hers with absolute sincerity. "As long as it is something you personally brought over for me, I am incredibly happy." Without giving her a chance to overthink her embarrassment, he turned on his heel and walked straight into the kitchen to retrieve the proper tableware.