“Yes.” Kyran got out of his bed. Even though he was still experiencing dizziness from time to time, he steadied himself and walked toward the living room.

While Mrs. Cox was heading to the kitchen, she said, “I just made chicken soup, but you need to bear with it as my cooking skills aren’t as good as Deirdre’s. I don’t have her magical hands that can turn even something like Brussels sprouts into the tastiest dish in the world.”

The light in Kyran’s eyes dimmed for a moment as he said, “Okay.”

“I heard she has been honing her cooking skills daily because of you. Is that true?”

Kyran was stunned, and Deirdre hastily turned around to look at Kyran when she heard what Mrs. Cox said. She couldn’t see Kyran’s expression right now, so she didn't know if Kyran would care about her past or not.

After all, she had lived a long part of her life for another man.

“Mrs. Cox—”

When she tried to explain to Mrs. Cox, Kyran chimed in and interrupted her calmly. “Yeah. She has been trying to imp