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?"

and he'd tended to them alone... She could almost imagine the grueling effort it must have

feel like eating?" she

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

want to make something nourishing,

to the kitchen. The fridge was nearly empty-just a few bottles

and some dried goods. She tied on her apron with practiced ease, rinsed the rice, and pulled out the ribs and vegetables she'd picked up that morning. She planned to make a hearty

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.

first, then go back to bed,"

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 soft

feeling slightly uncomfortable under his gaze,

quickly-it'll get