Broken Memories, Intertwined Hearts novel Chapter 95

"I actually encountered Phoebe a few years back, and again more recently at a blind date dinner. I have developed a certain fondness for her—it's not precisely love, but my intentions towards her are indeed matrimonial. However, the challenge lies in the fact that she evades me as though I were a pestilence, making it impossible for me to establish any proximity," Noel elucidated.

"What do you want to know?"

"Has she been hurt in love before?" He couldn't figure out why she was so opposed to love and marriage. Hurt in love? Ines pondered for a moment, "You should know that I lost my memory in a car accident, so I don't know much about the past. I only know that Phoebe had a boyfriend in college, they were pretty tight, but then I don't know what happened, the guy dumped Phoebe and went abroad."

Rita and Zander had recently visited and insisted that Ines spend Christmas with the Meyer family, so she and Ethan spent the entire holiday with the Meyers.

Time flew by, and before they knew it, the holiday was over. Ines and Ashley had grown quite close during this time, and as she was leaving, she quietly told her that Ethan's birthday was in a couple of days.

Ines was struggling to think of how to celebrate his birthday. She realized that Ethan didn't really need anything, so in the end, it was Phoebe who suggested she make something herself.

After some thought, Ines decided to cook Ethan a meal to show her sincerity.

After work, Ines didn't wait for Ethan to pick her up, instead, she took a cab straight to the supermarket. She bought the ingredients according to the recipe she had prepared in advance, worrying about time, she changed clothes as soon as she got home and got down to cooking.

It was her first time doing this, and even with the recipe, she was all over the place.

Luckily, Ethan called saying he had to come back an hour late, which gave her a sigh of relief. Ines first washed the veggies she was going to use, then looked at the fish in the basin that was jumping around, her eyebrows knitted tightly.

Why hadn't anyone warned her about the slippery nature of a fish's body? The moment she gripped the fish, it flicked its tail, resulting in a splash of water dousing her. On Ethan's return, he found Ines's bag and coat resting on the sofa, but her presence was elusive. The kitchen light illuminated the room, and as he ventured in, he encountered his kitchen awash with freshly rinsed vegetables, and Ines wielding a bloody kitchen knife, her eyebrows drawn into a frown. She stood at a short distance, absorbed in her intense scrutiny of a fish on the cutting board. So immersed was she that she hadn't registered his arrival. The entire tableau struck him as amusingly peculiar.

"Izzy, what are you doing?"

Ines's face turned red, "Why are you back so early? Didn't you say you'd be back later?" She hadn't even started cooking yet.

"I finished up so I came back. So, why do you want to cook today?"

"Just felt like it." Ines didn't plan on telling him the truth, she wanted to keep the surprise a little longer.

Ethan raised an eyebrow, rolled up his sleeves, "Let me do it. You go and rest for a bit."

"No, I want to do it myself today." Ines insisted.