He chuckled. "Charlotte, do you know how long you''ve been absent from my life?"


    ""How long?"


    "Not counting the time before I found you." Frank didn''t even pause, his tone haughty. "You''ve been absent for another 758 days. In those 758 days, I am no longer the person I used to be."


    I was initially touched, but upon hearing thest part, I asked, "What do you mean?"


    "I''ve learned to cook now."


    He tilted his chiseled jaw, pressed me down onto the sofa, and calmly said, "Wait for the meal."


    With that, he went into the kitchen.


    Iy on the sofa backrest, initially worried, but seeing through the ss door that his movements were indeed skilled and smooth, I rxed.


    I found a morefortable position and watched his every move.


    My heart was so full, I wished time could just stop at that moment.


    The man was wearing a hand-tailored white shirt, with the sleeves casually rolled up, exposing his beautifully defined wrist bones and muscr forearms. The shirt''s hem was tucked into tailored trousers that wrapped around his long legs, and because of the earlier ambiguous situation, the clothes were a bit wrinkled and looked messy.


    Yet, somehow, it suited his temperament perfectly.


    The Frank I knew, from childhood to now, was always so mboyant and unruly.


    He would always be himself.N?velDrama.Org owns this.


    As I was lost in thought, he waved his hand in front of my eyes and meaningfully said, "If you keep looking like that, I wouldn''t mind serving myself as an appetizer." "Pervert!"


    I came back to my senses, my cheeks flushing bright red.


    Frankughed teasingly. "Go wash your hands. Dinner''s ready."


    "Okay!" I sniffed the delicious aroma of the dinner and felt even hungrier. I quickly washed my hands and sat at the dining table.


    Three dishes and a soup, each one more tempting than thest.


    I looked at him in surprise. "Did you go to a cooking school in the past two years?"


    "Shut up." Frank nced at me, serving me a some food. "Eat slowly, eating too fast is bad for your


    stomach."


    "Got it." I nodded vigorously and buried my head in my meal.


    After the meal, I wanted to wash the dishes.


    We usually divide the work to avoid getting tired.


    Frank wouldn''t let me lift a finger. "You don''t need to do these things with me around."


    I chuckled. "Aren''t you worried about me bing useless? If I get used to this, all these chores will be your responsibility in the future."


    "It''s an honor." He pinched my face and smiled. "As it stands, you haven''t be useless yet. I just haven''t worked hard enough."


    However, this time he didn''t let me sit. He pulled me up.


    "After eating, let''s go to the balcony and stretch a bit."


    "Okay."


    I agreed, then suddenly realized something, "Frank, have you noticed that you''re especially concerned now?"


    He wasn''t this meticulous when we were kids.


    He wasn''t like this.


    He looked at me. "I''m afraid that if I''m not careful, you might disappear again for two years or even 20. Charlotte, I can''t go through that again."


    I was slightly taken aback, a sharp pain seemed to pierce my heart.


    When I came to my senses, the man had already turned around, putting away the dishes and going back to the kitchen.


    I followed his words and went to the balcony.


    Outside, the neon lights shed, and the city''s lights twinkled.


    When I turned around, I saw him leaning over the sink in the kitchen. My heart softened instantly, and without hesitation, I walked in and hugged his slim waist from behind! Feeling his warmth, the pain slowly faded away.


    Through the shirt''s fabric, I gently rubbed his back and murmured, "Frank, what can I do to make you feel at ease? I won''t disappear again, I swear."