Dear Sweetheart

Chapter 342 The Same Scarf

The thought of the silly man who took everything upon himself tightened Rayna’s throat.

Soon, the elevator reached her floor.

As she was walking toward her room, she haphazardly wiped her cheeks dry. She only entered the room after she concealed her emotions.

The moment she stepped into the room, she caught a whiff of the aroma of food.

She thought Jefferson had ordered dinner, but when she arrived in the dining area, she saw a whole table of delicious dishes and a slender figure busying away in the open kitchen.

Did he cook these dishes? Rayna was stunned for a while by the familiar smell of food. “Jefferson?” she voiced.

“You’re back!” Jefferson turned around to glance at her before continuing what he was doing. “It’s Christmas Eve in Chanaea today. Don’t you guys have a traditional dinner on this day? I thought you would be sick of the food served by the hotel, so I asked them to send me some ingredients so that I can do some cooking. I hope you’ll find the dishes tasty.”

Rayna was on the verge of crying, but she feigned nonchalance and answered, “I didn’t know you can cook! Wow! Everything smells so nice, so they must be delicious. I can’t wait to taste them!”

With that, she picked up a fork and tasted the braised eggplant. When she saw Jefferson coming out with a pot of soup, she gave him a thumbs-up and praised, “This tastes so good! You’re as impressive as a professional chef!”

Seeing how much she liked the food, Jefferson flashed a smile and served her a bowl of soup. “Have some soup first, okay?”

“Sure!”

It was a bowl of creamy mushroom soup. The mushroom was so fresh that she could smell the mushrooms.

Rayna took two sips of the soup and froze. This isn’t the first time I’m drinking this soup. The taste is so familiar! I think I’ve had this before.

Rayna looked at the bowl of soup, and she suddenly remembered that she had something identical when she went to a restaurant in a hotel in Jetroina. She then couldn’t help but look at Jefferson and asked, “Where did you learn how to cook?”

from a chef working at my family’s manor a few years ago. What’s the

and asked, “When I went to

admitted. However, he didn’t think it was a big deal. “I like to cook. When I saw you guys going to the

wondering who the chef was because the soup was that delicious. Now I know it was him! He has never left me. Instead, he has been following

her and wiped the tears off of her cheeks with his fingers. In an anxious tone, he asked, “What’s the matter? Why

nicely. Y-You ought to think for

Jefferson breathed a sigh of

life. Since I can’t help you with that, I can only cook for you.

a long life and have your own life. I’m such a dumb person. I don’t

tone, “You can’t measure it that way. All that matters to me is that

all. In fact, it would be even easier for

back her tears and warned, “You must live a long life so that I can repay you. I don’t like to owe favors. Do

said, “In that case, I must make sure you owe me a lot more favors. That way, you can stay by my

want me to still owe you favors when I’m in my

“Yes. Why not?”

too much, Jefferson!

I’m very

help but laugh after bickering with him. Consequently, her mood

soup happily. “I’m

you want some spaghetti? I

I’ll

tasty, so Rayna ended up drinking the whole pot of soup and eating a whole plate of spaghetti. In the end, she

rubbing her tummy, she pleaded, “Chef, please don’t ever cook again. Everything was so delicious! I couldn’t stop myself

you weigh less than ninety pounds. I think I’m going to

so evil and cunning!” Rayna

up from the couch and said, “You haven’t been out