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Aunt Neile took the paper that Luca handed to her. She could not help but praise her
handwriting, "Ms. Craw, your handwriting is truly elegant."
Her writing flowed gently, as if the pen had glided effortlessly on the paper.
Luca blushed with a hint of embarrassment after being complimented and put on a faint
smile.
Aunt Neile continued, "My little grandson has just started learning to write. I wish he could
write as neatly as you do in the future."
"Let him try practicing on calligraphy copybooks," suggested Luca. All three of her children
were using them to practice writing, and they were also learning calligraphy.
It was to help them develop beautiful handwriting in the future.
"I'll have my daughter-in-law buy some. Your handwriting is really beautiful," exclaimed
Aunt Neile as she folded the paper neatly and put it in her wallet. "Ms. Craw, I'll buy the
herbs tomorrow morning."
"Thank you. Oh, there's nothing else to do here. Aunt Neile, you may go home now,"
replied Luca, allowing Aunt Neile to leave as she had already completed all her tasks.
"Alright then. I shall leave first. Take care and get some rest, Ms. Craw," said Aunt Neile
happily as she was delighted to be able to leave work early.
After Aunt Neile left, the entire villa fell into a peaceful hush.
Luca returned to her bedroom, freshened up, and sat on the bed reading some books
while waiting for Luke to come back from work.
Even though Luca felt a bit tired, she wanted to wait for him before going to bed tonight.
At ten o'clock in the evening, Luke drove back to the villa. After parking the car, he made
his way up the stairs. The bedroom door was slightly ajar, and a warm glow spilled from
inside.
His heart warmed as he saw that Luca was still awake, waiting for him.
As Luke pushed open the bedroom door, he saw Luca sitting by the bedside, engrossed in
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇther book.
When Luca heard the door open, she looked up at him. Their eyes met, revealing a touch
of tenderness in each other's gaze.
Luca wore a gentle smile and said, “You're back.”
"Yes. Why aren't you asleep yet?" asked Luke.
"I'm not sleepy yet." Luca placed the book on the bedside table. She did not rest well last
night and had been relying on coffee during the day to stay awake. However, the
caffeine's effects had worn off, and now she was undoubtedly tired. Still, she wanted to
wait for Luke to come back before going to bed tonight.
Luke smiled as he felt her tenderness. Then, he heard Luca say, "Aunt Neile made some
chicken noodle soup and left some for you. Would you like to have some?"
"Sure." Luke nodded.
"I'll make them now," replied Luca as she got off the bed and put on her cotton slippers.
"Okay, let me put the documents away first," said Luke. He knew Luca was waiting for
him. Before he had the chance to put down the briefcase, he pushed the bedroom door
open as he was eager to see her.
He opened the door to the opposite bedroom, put away the briefcase, and then followed
Luca downstairs.
Luca walked into the kitchen and put the chicken noodle soup Aunt Neile left in the pot to
heat. Then, she washed some Brussels sprouts.
When the chicken noodle soup was gently simmering, she added in the Brussels sprouts.
Ten minutes had passed, and the noodles were cooked.
Luca brought the steaming bowl of chicken noodle soup to the dining table.
Luke looked at the bowl of noodles and then glanced at Luca's fingers.
She carried the bowl with bare hands, and he noticed her fingers were slightly red. He
furrowed his brows and held her hands, asking, "Did you burn yourself?"
Luca looked down and saw her reddened fingers. Indeed, the heat from the bowl had
caused a minor burn, but she did not feel it.
She was no longer the Bianca she used to be, who would have been in pain from even the
slightest burn.
The training on the Island of Despair, along with the drugs, had significantly desensitized
her pain receptors.
It was the same for anyone who had trained on the Island of Despair.
Luca shook her head, indicating that she did not feel any pain. "I'm fine. It doesn't hurt."
"But they're all red," replied Luke, recalling how Bianca used to be so sensitive to pain.
She would wear insulated gloves just to carry hot dishes.
She was such a delicate person, but her pain receptors seemed to have numbed now.
Luke felt a bittersweet combination of sympathy and affection for her.
"It doesn't hurt. Please, start eating before the soup get cold," urged Luca. She pulled her
hands back and checked them herself.
They were just a little red, far from being a serious burn. Her skin was no longer so
delicate. Her gaze fell back on the bowl of soup.
The bowl of soup looked delicious and appetizing, with a small bunch of Brussels sprouts
on top.
It was a simple supper, but it appeared exceptionally tasty.
Luke picked up his cutleries, but he did not immediately indulge in it. He asked Luca,
"Would you like to eat together?"
Luca shook her head and replied, "I'm not hungry."
"There's too much. If I finish all of it, I'll be too full to sleep. Would you mind sharing a bit
with me?" Luke suggested again.
As Luca looked at the bowl of soup, even though it was a simple dish, she had confidence
in her cooking skills. When she heard Luke's suggestion, she nodded and replied, "Alright.
I'll have some."
With that, she went back into the kitchen to get another set of cutlery.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAfter that, she returned to the dining room. Luke took the bowl from her and scooped
some soup and Brussels sprouts into her bowl.
Luca looked at the bowl of soup. The steam slowly dissipated, making the dish seem even
more delicious.
"You gave me too much," said Luca.
"Have it. I'll take care of it if you can't finish it," replied Luke as he finally picked up his
spoon and took the first sip. He was savoring a heart-warming late-night supper.
Luca's food was undeniably delicious. Luke quickly finished the remaining half bowl of
soup.
Despite having dinner earlier, there was no way the taste of the meal served outside could
compare to Luca's home-cooked meal.
The dinner he had at the office was merely to fill his stomach and avoid getting hungry
while working.
However, the soup Luca made at this moment was a true gastronomic delight.
Luca had also eaten quite a bit, but she could not manage anymore. "I can't finish it."
Luke did not hesitate and finished off all the soup she had left.
As Luca watched him finish the rest of the soup quickly yet gracefully, she could not help
but be stunned for a moment. Then, she asked hesitantly, "Should I make you another
bowl?"
Luke shook his head. He took the last sip of soup.
Luke picked up the tissue on the table and replied, "It's alright. I'm full now. It was really
good, and I didn't want to waste any. That's why I had a bit more.”
Luca was still doubtful as she noticed the speed at which he ate did not match his claims
of not being hungry...
Luke could not help but smile wryly at her expression. "Luca, don't you know you have a
real talent for cooking?"
Luca blinked her eyes and asked, "What do you mean?"
"I mean your dishes are simply delightful," replied Luke, affirming her culinary skills.
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