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.

do it yourself?"

tended to them alone... She could almost imagine the

like eating?" she

opened, a crooked

nourishing, I wouldn't mind." Charlotte

I'll improvise a bit." She turned and headed to the kitchen. The fridge was nearly empty-just a few bottles of water and some

held rice, noodles, and some dried goods. She tied on her apron with practiced ease, rinsed the rice, and pulled out the ribs and

the kitchen-water running, vegetables being chopped, the crisp clatter of pots and pans. Gradually, those ordinary household noises breathed warmth into his 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, he was already drowsy. His vitality

something first, then go back to bed," Charlotte's soft voice sounded near his

to see Charlotte placing a steaming bowl of rib and greens porridge, along with a small 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

feeling slightly uncomfortable under his gaze,

looking at? Eat quickly-it'll get cold, and that's