Billionaire's Match

Chapter 861

"If not that, what else?" Ethan slumped onto the sofa, almost collapsing into the cushions. Only when he leaned back against the soft fabric did he seem to release a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding.

"I can't cook. Even getting takeout means walking to the door. Too much hassle."

"Then why not have someone help? Don't you have money to hire someone?"

"I prefer not to." He said it matter-of-factly, but Charlotte caught the faint, almost imperceptible trace of... pride in his tone.

"Have your wounds been redressed?" Charlotte set down the fruit and some nutritional supplements she'd brought and moved closer to him.

"They have." Ethan's eyes were closed, his reply lazy.

you do it

fell silent. So many wounds, and he'd tended to them alone... She could almost

you feel like eating?" she asked.

particular. But..." Ethan's eyes suddenly opened, a crooked smile tugging at the comer of

to make something nourishing, I wouldn't mind." Charlotte didn't

a bit." She turned and headed to the kitchen. The fridge was nearly empty-just a few bottles

with practiced ease, rinsed the rice, and pulled out the ribs and vegetables she'd picked up that morning. She planned to make

lonely new home. He closed his eyes again. His pale face remained expressionless, but the tension in his body began to ease. By the time the porridge's aroma filled the room,

back to bed," Charlotte's soft voice

plate of sautéed vegetables, on the coffee table in front of him. The porridge was thick and tender, the greens bright, the ribs fall- apart soft and fragrant.

feeling slightly uncomfortable under his gaze, handed him a

quickly-it'll get cold, and that's bad for