"It’s no matter," Madeline smiled indifferently. "By the way, have you had dinner, Mr. Whitman?"

Felipe shook his head. "What's the matter?"

"Would you like to try my creation? I just happened to be cooking, I'm almost done."

Felipe sniffed lightly and could really smell the aroma of fragrant rice. "Then, I shall take you up on that offer."

Madeline was also very happy when she heard his answer.

She had originally planned to go to bed after a casual meal, but now, she fried up two more side dishes.

She had once had much hope that a day could come when her beloved man would come home after getting off work. Then, he would eat the home-cooked food that she made by herself, while they chat with each other.

She had thought that Jeremy would be the first man to taste her creations, but things were impermanent. Regardless of the extravagant hopes or expectations she once had, they had all turned into gray sand sculptures, blown away cleanly by the wind.

Madeline had not had such a go