Never Tired of Mr. Leon's Love novel Chapter 237

Cillian had already placed all his belongings in his room by the time Lucy 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. Let me know how long you’ll take. I’ll plan the best time to 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.

“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 let me know 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 some potatoes 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…”

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 about Spades, and he could not 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.