Changing Only For Her Novel

Due to having gone to bed so late last night, Sophie unexpectedly overslept.

It was past ten in the morning by the time she woke up.

The young woman thought Tristan would have left by now.

Yet, she stepped out of her room after washing up, only to see the man learning how to cook from Susan.

“You’re up, Ms. Tanner!” Susan exclaimed with a smile. “Have a seat at the dining table. Mr. Lombard’s making you breakfast!”

“Really?”

Sophie walked over curiously, and true enough, the man was cooking for her.

“Why aren’t you at work?”

Isn’t today a working day?

“I overslept, so I decided not to go. Go sit over there. Breakfast will be ready soon.” It was rare for Tristan to cook. Given his background, he was never obligated to do such chores.

However, from the moment he saw Susan preparing Sophie’s breakfast, he suddenly had the urge to cook up a meal for the latter.

Fortunately, he was agile and a fast learner, so it didn’t take Susan much effort to guide him. They just weren’t sure how the food would taste.

Sophie sat at the dining table obediently.

Before long, Tristan and Susan brought all the food to the table.

“Mr. Lombard is amazing! I can’t believe this is his first time cooking. Not bad, huh?” Susan couldn’t resist praising.

A lot of rich men think they can get everything they need with money, so all they think about is splurging on their girlfriends instead of actually putting in any effort. Mr. Lombard must really like Ms. Tanner to willingly make breakfast for her! And he looked so happy doing it too.

“Right? Mr. Lombard’s the best in anything he does. There’s nothing in this world he can’t do.”

Having slept well, Sophie was in a good mood. Thus, she agreed with Susan and spared no effort in complimenting the man.

try first. It’s my first time doing this,

breakfast, he didn’t want her to eat it if she didn’t like

food a try as Tristan stared at her

it? Is

waiting to be praised

help

match made

eat it if it’s not. We can grab some

case, he didn’t want her to

a mouthful of the oatmeal

worry, Mr. Tristan. I won’t give myself a hard time. To be completely honest,

because he had the heart to make her breakfast; he genuinely did a

try some

must’ve been so busy all morning that he

fun, you two. I’ll be heading back now,” Susan didn’t want to be a third wheel. “You don’t have to clean up when you’re done, okay? I’ll come back and take care of

“Thanks, Susan.”

the housekeeper

importantly, she knows what questions to ask and what not to

left, only the two of them remained

scooped Tristan a bowl of

his surprise, it didn’t

he had made and realizing that none of them tasted weird, the man finally breathed a

of a cook as Mark is, but I’ll

Sophie was bewildered.

is he thinking? Why is he comparing himself to Mark? Everyone’s talented in their own way! There’s no need

to Mark, Mr. Tristan. You’re you,” she

man. He doesn’t have to waste his time doing such

I’ll cook for you as long as you like it.” Work was important, but it was still necessary

we cook together next time?” That

Let’s do that.” Yet, how could he ever allow that? Those hands of hers were too precious to cook. They were meant to perform surgeries and save

breakfast, so technically, the meal they just had felt more

matter how brilliant Sophie was, she was still a student—one in senior year, at that—so she had to