NovelAppCillian had already placed all his belongings in his room by the tLucy headed upstairs.
He turned to look at Lucy, who had just arrived. He said, "I'm done unpacking. Do you need help with your luggage?" Cillian's concern warmed Lucy's heart. He was the person she knew best in this unfamiliar country, but she shook her head in rejection.
"It's fine. My things are pretty light. I can unpack them on my own. It'll just take a while." Cillian smiled when Lucy rejected his offer. "Alright. Letknow how long you'll take. I'll plan the best tto prepare dinner." Lucy looked at Cillian in surprise. She did not expect him to know how to cook, and a question popped into her mind.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Prepare dinner? Where are you planning to make dinner?" Cillian shook his head in exasperation. "I asked that lady where the kitchen was. All I need to do is go there to make dinner. Is there anything you'd like to have? Just letknow so I can make it for you in the future." Lucy was so touched that her eyes shone brightly. This man was such a treasure! He could cook, and he was even caring enough to check with her on what her favorite food was.
She proceeded to list down the things she liked to eat to Cillian-ribs, roast chicken, steak, seafood, beef jerky... Cillian started to have a headache from the multitude of items.
He reached out to cover her mouth. "Alright. You can stop now. Let's just have ribs tonight. I'll also cook spotatoes and make a soup. What do you think?" Lucy blinked innocently. She was sure he had just offered to cook anything she wanted for her.
Cillian rolled his eyes at Lucy when he saw the look in her eyes. He knew exactly what she was trying to say. "If I were to make everything on your list, that'd be a feast, not a normal dinner. Would you be happy if I did that?" Lucy scratched her head in embarrassment. "That's not what I meant, it's just..." Her voice gradually becsmaller while Cillian stared at her. In the end, her words got stuck in her throat. She shrunk back and decided to unpack her luggage. Turning, she ran up the stairs.
It was embarrassing to be stared at like that by Cillian. It was better not to continue looking at him and go upstairs to unpack.
After about 20 minutes of unpacking, Lucy got tired and went to lie in bed.
She could feel the sunlight upstairs as she was enveloped by the warmth.
It was a great atmosphere to get ssleep, but Lucy could not sleep no matter how hard she tried. She perked up instead and began to miss Matthew again.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmWhat was he doing? It felt like it had been a long tsince she last saw him.
Lucy was lost in thought for about five minutes before she sprung up from bed. She took out her phone and was hesitant. It should be fine to call Matthew at this time, right? Cillian had helped her register a new number when she arrived at Charleston.
She wondered if Matthew would pick up a call from an unfamiliar number. She made the call as she was thinking about this.
Back in the country, Matthew was rubbing his temple. There were deep, dark circles below his eyes. It was late at night now, but he was still working.
He still had not found out much d about Spades, and be could not m ignore his usual office work. Matthew was really buried in work.
He had been suffering from insomnia for the past few days without his wife by his side.
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