To Be Yours Again By Taylor

Chapter 245

Chapter 245 You Don’t Have to Feel Guilty

“What do you think?” Alec raised an eyebrow, smirking. Why would he put in all this effort if this wasn’t for her as well? He was worried for her health. Why else would he be a cook when he was Mr. Faust?

Jenny smiled and walked over. “Is there anything that I can help with? I can’t cook, but I can wash things.”

“It’s alright. You can take the dishes out to the table. I’ll be done in a minute.” He didn’t want Jenny to dirty her hands.

She nodded. “Alright.”

“Be careful. Don’t burn yourself,” Alec said concernedly, he regretted letting her take the hot dishes.

“I’m not a child, Mr. Faust. I’m not stupid.” She rolled her eyes and put the dishes out on the table. Nothing that Alec had feared happened. She didn’t know what Alec would think she was so stupid. He even warned her about the hot plates. Did she look stupid?

Alec smiled, not minding her retort. “I’m worried about you. Isn’t that clear enough?”

“It’s so over the top,” Jenny said.

Alec had finished cooking the last dish, and he brought it out. “Let’s eat.”

They sat at the table, facing the four dishes. For some reason, Jenny felt satisfied. She gave him a thumbs up. “This is amazing. They smell and look great. As expected of Mr. Faust.”

“Do you like it?” Alec smiled. “I’ll cook for you every day.”

“Well…you don’t have to.” The sun would be rising from the west if he did.

They ate in silence, and the living room grew quiet. Only the sounds of their eating could be heard.

A while later, Alec spoke. “Don’t overwork yourself. You can’t get your body back if you ruin it.”

“You’re a worse workaholic.” Before they divorced, Jenny would hear his grandfather lamenting how Alec was at work every day and wouldn’t visit him. If they really were to talk about health, Jenny thought Alec was in far worse shape. This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.

“You really just want to argue with me on everything, right?” Couldn’t she tell that he was just worried for her?

Jenny pursed her lips and chose not to say anything else. Once she was done eating, she gathered up her utensils.

Alec leaned against the doorframe to the kitchen. “I’ll cook, and you can do the dishes. How does that sound?” He thought they were like any other domestic couple, but Jenny’s words shattered his dreams.

“I don’t like doing the dishes. Sorry,” she said.

Alec looked at her grumpily. “Then, who cooked and cleaned in the village?”

“My grandfather cooked. And Gilbert…” At the mention of Gilbert, she trailed off.

Alec saw how upset she was and walked to her side. “You don’t have to feel too guilty about it. You’re brilliant. It’s normal for someone to like you.”

“But he’s different,” she said.

“Maybe you think he is. But to me, Gilbert is just like any other guy on the planet.” Alec looked at Jenny and added, “That’s just how it works when it comes to feelings. It’s not like he can control them, either.”

Of course, he just wanted to comfort Jenny. He wanted her to be happy, to stop overthinking things. As for Gilbert, Alec still hated him. He didn’t want him to appear around Jenny. But of course, only if Jenny could be happy without him.