Due to the nightmare this afternoon, Leanna couldn't sleep at night, and her eyes were wide open because whenever she closed them, she could imagine the fire.

Instead, she decided to get up and sort out some designs.

As she used to live very far away, she could only work remotely. Now that she was back, she was definitely going to Lux Magazine to report to work.

In the midst of it, she heard footsteps in the corridor, followed by the sound of the door of the room next door opening.

Aidan must be back.

Leanna reflexively looked at her phone; it was 1:00AM.

Back in Underwood Lane, she had always felt that this b*stard had a lot of time in his hands. Other than occasionally handling some of the documents sent by Jonathan, he would spend most of his time provoking her. Unexpectedly, when he returned to Highside, he was actually busy.

After she finished up her things, she felt rather hungry.

So, she opened her room door and went downstairs to the kitchen to find some food.

When she opened up the fridge, nothing in there interested her. Fortunately, there were countless ingredients that she could use to make her own food.

Leanna took out some chicken wings and potatoes to prepare.

Since the servants had already washed the chicken wings in advance, she just had to debone them and cover them in cooking wine before cutting the potatoes into strips and frying them together.

Once that was done, she added some water and let it simmer for 20 minutes.

Just as she closed the lid on the pot and wiped her hands, she turned around just to see Aidan with his hands in his pockets, leaning against the kitchen door, quietly watching her.

Her eyes widened in shock as she saw him.

When did this b*stard show up?

"Did you not have enough for dinner?" He asked in a low voice.

She shook her head. "I did. But I'm hungry again."

After saying that, she was afraid that he would ridicule her for overeating, so she tentatively added, "It's already 1:00AM. It's not wrong to have some midnight snacks, am I right?"

Aidan stepped forward with his long legs and pulled a chair at the dining table before sitting down. "You've had dinner and are hungry again, preparing supper for yourself. I haven't even had lunch. What do you think?"

Leanna was really at a loss for words when it came to this man.


It wasn't like she didn't allow him to eat, yet why did she feel a pang of guilt?

Then, she asked reluctantly, "Then, what do you want to eat, President Pearson? I'll make it for you."

She was already in the kitchen anyway.

"Up to you," he said in a deep voice.

Leanna reopened the fridge and glanced around; no matter what she wanted to do, it would take a long time.

And since he did not even have lunch, she couldn't make him anything spicy, or he might get a stomachache.

In the end, she took out two eggs to make an egg custard.

It should have been done by the time her chicken wings and potatoes were done.

After beating up the eggs, she steamed them in a pot. Then, she looked over at the man sitting at the dining table and said, "What about you go upstairs to wait? I'll send it over to you."

"Am I getting in your way?"

Leanna pursed her lips and said nothing.

She had no choice but to just wait for time to pass.

After a while, Aidan asked, "I thought you couldn't stand the smell of oil?"

"Ah…" Leanna came back to her senses. "It's still okay now, and it's dependent on the situation. If the baby isn't acting up, then it's fine."

Of course, the most important thing was that she wasn't the only one hungry; the baby in her stomach was as well.

Aidan's gaze fell onto her stomach without saying a word.

Leanna rubbed her nose before she continued to watch over her cooking.

She knew that he did not like the child in her stomach, and it was his conscience that allowed her to keep it. Hence, she couldn't ask for anything else.

In a blink of an eye, 20 minutes passed.

A sweet fragrance immediately flooded the kitchen when Leanna lifted the pot's lid.

After sprinkling some sesame seeds and spring onions, she used tongs to transfer the chicken wings to a plate.

Then, she took out the egg custard, poured some sesame oil, sprinkled some shallots, and put it in front of Aidan. "It's done. You can eat now."

He lowered his eyes and glanced at the food in front of him, then at the food on her plate. "Leanna, are you doing this on purpose?"

Leanna had just picked up a chicken wing and was about to bite into it when she heard his voice. Following his line of sight, she looked down at his plate, then at her own.

She fell silent.

The egg custard in front of him looked bland compared to her chicken wings.

The contrast was a little obvious.

"Haha, didn't you say that you didn't have lunch? You can't eat anything spicy or greasy, or you might get a stomachache."

Aidan looked at her deeply before speaking in an indifferent tone that lacked any emotions, "You seem very well-versed. You must have your fair share of gastritis."

Leanna kept her mouth shut.

Why must this b*stard bring up the past?

He is doing this on purpose, isn't he?

Finally, she got up to take another plate and took out half her portion before pushing it to him. "Since you want to eat this so much, you can have it after you finish your egg custard."

Once Aidan heard her, he was extremely dissatisfied and said, "When did I say I want to eat?"

"Then, I must have misunderstood. Even if you don't—"

Just as she was about to pull back the plate, he shot her a hard look.
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