The cleaningdy was wearing gloves and an apron. With a smile, she said, “Ms. Craw, I''ve finished
cleaning up the apartment. And I''ve already put the fruits in the fridge. Is there anything I need to do?"
"No, you can leave now," Luca replied coldly. She nced at the living room. It had indeed been
cleaned and tidied up.
"Alright. Then, I''ll leave first." The cleaningdy took off her gloves and apron after she finished her
work. She turned around and left after putting them back in ce.
Luca picked up the sample and put it into an imprable sealed bag. Then, she put it in the
disinfection cab. She did not have as many equipments as in theboratory. Hence, she could only
use these home appliances to do her research.
After all, she could not bring these to theboratory.
After Luca handled everything, she went to take the ms that the cleaningdy had cleaned out of the
fridge. She took some out, nning to make a pot of m chowder as a side dish to have with the
leftovers from lunch. She wanted to make an easy dinner.
An hourter, she had finished preparing the creamy and thick m chowder.
The doorbell rang while Luca was putting her meal on the dining table.
She had a feeling that the person outside the door was Luke.
Even if she did not open the door, he knew the passcode and would be able toe in. Luca thought it
was unnecessary to say these things to him, so she went to open the door. The man outside the door
was him, indeed.
"Mr. Crawford, what brings you here?" She looked at the man, and a helpless glint shed across her
eyes. The more she wanted to stay away from him, the more often they met each other.
Usually, the chances of running into him at work were lesser as they were not working on the same
floor. She thought that it was normal. Now, when she was resting at home, they had been seeing more
of each other. She felt that something was wrong here.
Luke really seemed like he was taking responsibility of her...
He picked her up from the hospital and hired a cleaningdy to take care of her.
Noticing the helplessness in her eyes, Luke remained unchanged and asked intentionally, "Am I not
wee here?" "No. Pleasee in." Luca shook her head and made way to let him in.
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Luke came in, unbuttoned his suit coat with one hand, and hung it on the clothes rack behind the door.
His gestures were smooth as though he was in his own home.
He could smell food, so he asked, “You made dinner?"
"Yes." Luca nodded and looked at the dining table. Considering that he came at this hour, he must not
have had his dinner yet...
It was only courteous for her to invite him to have dinner with her, and it was something that she should
do. However, the dishes on the table were all leftovers from lunch except for the m chowder.
In Crawford Manor, Mrs. Nancy would usually get rid of the leftovers from each meal so that they would
not be left overnight. They would not even have leftovers for dinner.
Hence, Luke was very demanding when it came to the freshness of his meals.
How could she invite him to join her when the food on the table were leftovers from lunch?
"Aren''t you going to invite me for dinner?" Luke asked.
Luca felt helpless. She kept an arm''s length of distance from him and felt safe with this distance
between them.
She replied, "The food on the table are leftovers. Only the m chowder was freshly made. I suppose
you''re not used to having leftovers, right?"
"Who made the m chowder?" Luke asked as he walked to the dining table. Indeed, they were all
leftovers.
"I made it," Luca answered honestly. She watched his gestures and it seemed like he was going to take
a seat.
Luke noticed that there was only a set of cutleries on the table. He was about to sit down but suddenly
stood up straight. He walked toward the kitchen.
Luca knew he was certainly going to get a spoon and a fork.
He previously took the initiative to do the dishes, so he knew where the cutleries were in the kitchen.
After a while, Luke carried a bowl and cutleries out of the kitchen.
The way Luke made himself sofortable here almost made Luca think that she had prepared the
meal for him.
Luca said slowly as she watched him sit down on the chair, "I don''t have bread here, only chowder. Is
that fine?"
Luke looked at her and said, "Sure. I''m not a picky eater."
Luca knew he was not a picky eater per se, but he was still very particr about his food.
She picked up the spoon, thinking of filling up a bowl of oats for him. However, Luke said, "I''d like to
have some chowder first."
Luca heard him and put down the spoon. Then, she pointed at the big bowl covered with a lid that was
opposite him. She said, "That''s the m chowder."
Luke opened the lid and looked at the creamy white m chowder inside. A savory smell greeted him.
He filled up a big bowl of it, then took a sip. She had indeed made it.
He loved the chowder that she made.
Luke usually did not like eating leftovers, but there was one dish on the table that Bianca had prepared
herself. That was why he decided to sit down for a meal.
Luca saw the satisfied expression on his face and asked curiously, “Mr. Crawford, you''re having dinner
here, so what about the kids?"
"Zander will pick them up," Luke exined, "I''ll have to go back to the office again to work after dinner."
"Isn''t it troublesome for you toe back and forth?" Luca asked unconsciously. Although the office
was not far away from here, it was pretty time-consuming if he came back and forth.
“I didn''t feel like having takeouts." Luke took a sip of the warm chowder. The warmth and hearty feeling
flowed through his throat to his stomach. He looked at Luca with his deep eyes. "I have a weak
stomach. It''s bad for me if I eat takeout food often."
Luca agreed with what he said. He did have a weak stomach. At the thought of that, it seemed
reasonable for him to have dinner here.
However, she was not Bianca now.
Luca lowered her head and drank the chowder as she remained silent.
Luke began to eat some oats after he finished the bowl of m chowder.
The texture of the oats was not as good as they were leftovers from lunch. He wanted more chowder,
but Luca did not prepare much of it because she did not expect him toe over. He had no choice
but to force himself to finish the oats.
He was eating one mouthful of oats with one mouthful of the sides. Although the food tasted bad, he
felt happy with Luca beside him keeping himpany.
Luca took a thermos bottle out of the kitchen after they finished dinner and said, "Mr. Crawford, you can
bring the m chowder to the office to have it since you''ll be workingte today."
"Why do you have more?" Luke asked. Did they not finish the chowder in that big bowl just now?
Luca answered, "I can''t cook m chowder with just that many ms. I wanted to save it for tomorrow,
but it won''t be as good if I leave it overnight. You can have it."
He had to workte at the office today. He no longer stood on ceremony when he heard Luca''s offer.
He took the thermos bottle from her and said, "Thank you."
When Luca heard him thanking her, it reminded her of how he used to say ''Thank you, darling'' to her. It
sounded less warm-hearted now without the term of endearment at the back.
After dinner, Luke had to go back to the office to work. He put on his coat, carried the thermos bottle
with him, and opened the door. He turned around and shot a nce at Luca as if he could sense
something.
She was looking at him too.
Their eyes met. Luca was a little surprised and asked, "Is there anything else?"
"The chowder you made tasted good. It tasted just like how my wife used to make it back then." Luke
closed the door after that.
Luca''s heart sank at once. Of course, it tasted the same. She did not expect Luke toe for dinner
when she was making the chowder. That was why she did not change the recipe of the m chowder.