Sharon Lindt pinched her forehead in disappointment, releasing a long sigh. “Fine, I’ll start cooking and make your favorite dishes.”

Sharon had always been the one who did the cooking, mostly because she believed that Xyla Quest preferred her cooking.

“You’ve been working all day. Shouldn’t you rest for a while?” Xyla seemed concerned.

“It’s fine. Why would I be tired?” she replied.

“Do you need any help?” Xyla asked.

“You two should wait here. Wilson will help me,” she told them before pu