“Are you hungry? Do you want me to make you a portion too?” Clara asked Wilson.

He remained quiet.

“Forget about it.” Clara was embarrassed. The chef at the villa probably cooked much better than her. Besides, Wilson didn’t say that he was hungry.

“Are you someone who likes to go back on your words, Clara?” Wilson left the kitchen and sat at the dining table after saying that.

Clara wondered if he wanted a bowl of pasta too, so she began to cook more.

Two bowls of pasta were served on the table in no time.

“Careful, it’s still very hot,” Clara reminded Wilson and began to eat.

Wilson fixed his gaze on Clara, who was digging in.

He wasn’t hungry at all. He thought of their past moments when Clara offered to cook for him. Clara had promised to cook for him in the future after she learned how to cook.

The past was just the past. Wilson didn’t have feelings for her anymore. However, he still felt like eating what she had made.

“What’s wrong? Aren’t you going to eat? The pasta is