The Woman From Hell novel (Wanda and Theo) novel Chapter 2516

I looked down and said nothing.

Neil was probably able to tell that I did not want to answer and hurriedly said, “I’m sorry.”

I gave him a shallow smile. “It’s alright. It’s just very complicated.”

“Why don’t you stay for dinner? It just so happens that I have groceries in my fridge.”

“Oh, I couldn’t.”

“Didn’t you help me clean the house, Miss Lane? There’s no need to be courteous,” he replied before getting up and heading into the kitchen.

I felt too embarrassed to remain seated in the living room seeing him busy himself in the kitchen. “Let me help you.”

Neil did not refuse me and just nodded. “Alright. Please chop up the scallions for me. I’ll handle the fish.”

“Alright.”

I did not cook often, but I still had some experience. Back when I lived in Theo's villa, I would also cook for him.

I could not help feeling a little sentimental after suddenly recalling the past. Pursing my mouth, I forcibly yanked that memory out of my mind.

At a glance, I could tell that Neil cooked frequently. His movements were skillful. Even the fish, which was not easy to handle, seemed like a piece of cake to him.

“Do you cook often, Mr. Hendersohn?” I threw him a glance.

“I got a teacher to teach me how to cook back when I was a student to chase after this girl. Too bad nothing came out of that relationship,” Neil sounded optimistic when he said this. It was like he had not taken the matter to heart.

It was probably the pleasant emotions of one’s youth. Recalling those old memories made one feel good and would not incur sentimentality.

“You don’t look very old, Mr. Hendersohn.”

“I'm 30.” Neil smiled. There was a sense of sadness on his face when he mentioned his age.

Did men care about age?

I tasted the fish and the pork, and they were all wonderful. I gave him a thumbs up. “Delicious. Looking at your posture just now, you must be a professional chef, aren’t you, Mr. Hendersohn?”

Neil blinked at me and raised a brow. “You’re sharp, Miss Lane. I’m indeed working as the head chef of a restaurant now.”

“How wonderful. How could you consider yourself a failure?”

“I actually opened a restaurant abroad before, but it failed and I ended up going into debt. I’m still working to pay it back. Tell me, don’t you think this a failure?”

His tone when he explained this sounded a little heavy. I pursed my lips and smiled lightly. "Everyone has their own problems, but you’re doing pretty well now. You’re earning money from your job and paying back the debt. You’ll pay it all off one day and can just enjoy yourself then.”

Neil laughed lightly. “Thank you, Miss Lane, for your comfort. It’s the same for you. Could I perhaps hear your story?”

I laughed, dumbfounded. I then waved my hand. “It’s a long story. I’ve forgotten many parts of it, so there’s nothing to be said. I can share the ending with you, however.”

“Yeah?” He was looking at me expectantly.