GoodReadChapter 144 Scrambled Eggs
The next morning, as soon as Cecilia woke up, she saw a bustling figure in the open-concept kitchen.
The sight of the man cooking scrambled eggs took her by surprise. He was dressed in a light- colored shirt and
grey trousers, with an apron tied around his waist.
She had never seen Nathaniel cook before.
From what Stella had said, he knew how to cook and had even personally prepared meals for her before.
Upon hearing footsteps from the floor above, Nathaniel looked up.
“You're up. Chave sscrambled eggs,” he said, placing two plates on the dining table.
Unbeknownst to Cecilia, there was an entire panful of burned eggs in the sink.
Nathaniel’s slender fingers were still tinged with a burnished red hue.
Born with a silver spoon in his mouth, he was so pampered that he couldn't even wash dishes, let alone cook.
The man had practically zero living skills, and the scrambled eggs were something he learned on the fly from the
internet.
He looked at his own hand, reddened from the heat. Cooking isn’t that hard, after all
He wasn’t sure why he had suddenly felt the urge to cook scrambled eggs early in the morning. Perhaps it was
due to the regret he felt from speaking out of turn the previous night.
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As Cecilia arrived at the dining room, she froze at the sight of the scrambled eggs with salmon, not picking up
her spoon.
Thinking he must have done something wrong, Nathaniel pulled out a chair and sat down to take a bite of the
food. It was average but edible.
“If you don’t want to eat it, feel free to toss it,” he remarked as he continued eating, but his gaze remained fixed
on her throughout.
Cecilia picked up the cutlery, scooped a spoonful of eggs, and murmured, “This is the first time. someone's made
scrambled eggs with salmon for me.”
Nathaniel failed to grasp the underlying significance in her words.
“Eat as much as you want.”
After taking a bite, the woman then asked him, “We’ve known each other for about seventeen years now,
haven't we?”
Nathaniel wouldn't bother remembering such things.
“Yeah. Over a decade.”
As Cecilia spooned mouthful after mouthful of eggs, she muttered, “I'm such an idiot.”
Nathanial couldn't hear her. “What was that?”
“I said it’s delicious.”
“You used to always cook fish. This is my first attempt,” the man stated solemnly.
Cecilia consumed the entire plate of scrambled eggs.
“Are you full? If not, | can get you smore.” Nathaniel was about to get up and refill her plate, but he didn't
receive a response.
He looked at her again, only to realize that her neck and hands were flushed red.
“What's wrong?” His gaze sharpened.
“I'm allergic to seafood.”
Cecilia stared at him as she spoke softly.
They had known each other for seventeen years and been married for over three, and yet he had no clue.
Alarm bells went off in Nathaniel’s head. In a flurry, he scooped her up and rushed her into the car, making haste
for the hospital.
“Have you lost your mind? Why didn’t you tellabout your allergy?” he asked, exasperated while on the road.
“I've told you before. | guess you forgot.”
Indeed, she had brought it up to him before.
Back then, she was still in high school when she spent the holidays at the Rainsworth residence.
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Nathaniel had noticed that she hadn't eaten enough at the banquet, so he secretly took her out to enjoy some
delicious food.
Back then, she had already told him that she couldn’t eat seafood due to her allergy.
Cecilia clearly remembered what he told her then: “I've taken note of this. I'll never forget.”
Now, despite his best efforts, Nathaniel simply couldn't recall her ever mentioning that she couldn’t eat seafood.
He only remembered that every the returned home, the woman would always prepare dishes related to
seafood for him.
It seemed as if Cecilia knew what was on his mind. “I used to cook fish for you often, not because I liked it, but
because you did.”
The heaviness in Nathaniel’s heart only intensified.
The journey to the hospital seemed to stretch on endlessly.
“You didn’t have to do all that,” the man finally said after a long moment of silence.
It was only now that Cecilia realized that all her past efforts had but culminated in these few words: “You didn’t
have to.”
How stupid could | have been?
“I know now. It won't happen again.”
She would never again be kind to those who didn’t love her. &
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