Chapter 458

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Hull heard her say she was in pain and paused momentarily before letting her go.

“Go make me some oatmeal.”

Susanna blinked in surprise. “Huh?”

Oatmeal? Really?

Hull added, “Apple oatmeal.”

Susanna’s eyes widened. “Apple oatmeal?”

Apple oatmeal was one of the few things she could actually make. She’d prepared

it once for Stella when she had a fever.

“But wait a minute. Isn’t there a cook?”

Hull replied, “I fired her.”

Susanna stood there, speechless.

Fired her? Why? When she first arrived here, there was no cook. And after just

one day of cooking? Being someone close to Ronald, this guy surely isn’t short on the funds to hire some help, right?’

“Why?” she asked, bewildered.

Hull simply replied, “Her cooking wasn’t good.”

“I thought it was fine,” Susanna said instinctively.

She wasn’t picky about food, finding almost anything palatable. But Hull was

clearly not like her.

Without another word, Hull headed back to his room.

Not getting any response, Susanna shrugged and went downstairs.

The kitchen layout was familiar, but Hull’s villa had an open-plan kitchen. Susanna rummaged around and found the oats and the apples left.

While cooking, she called Stella.

Soon enough, Stella picked up, sounding a bit out of breath. “Susie?”

“What are you up to?” Susanna asked.

“Ronald had too much to drink, so I was just giving him some hangover soup,” Stella replied.

Susanna chuckled. “Gotcha.”

Stella continued, “And you? Calling at this hour?”

“I’m making oatmeal for Hull.”

“You can cook?” Stella asked, genuinely surprised.

Susanna scoffed. “What, you think I’m incompetent? You’ve eaten my cooking before.”

Stella gasped, remembering. “Oh, that oatmeal!”

Susanna had made her a bowl once. It was a memorable experience, to say the least.

Without thinking, Stella said, “Are you sure that was oatmeal?”

Susanna asked, “What else would it be?”

“Who turns oatmeal into a cake?” Stella laughed, remembering the oatmeal cake Susanna had made by accident with apples mixed in. The taste was unforgettable, especially since she’d been expecting a soothing bowl of oatmeal when she was feverish.

Susanna had presented her with a dry lump instead!

It was that culinary mishap that made Stella give up any dreams of cooking herself. She realized it wasn’t just about trying; cooking required a certain talent.

Susanna was speechless. “That was

my first time, okay? Be grateful even tried. Not everyone hits a home run on their first try, right? Don’t underestimate me. I’ve gotten a lot better since then.”

“Really?” Stella sounded skeptical.

“Of course,” Susanna replied, her pride evident.

After failing with Stella’s oatmeal, Susanna had decided that if anyone close to her needed something simple like oatmeal, she should at

least be able to make it. So she

practiced, a lot! en FindNovel

Stella asked again, “Wait a minute. Why are you making oatmeal for Hull? Aren’t you terrified of him?”

Susanna hesitated. “Well, yeah, he is pretty terrifying.”

Hull was intimidating, and there was no doubt about it. But he had also saved her. Even if his way of helping was a bit rough, she couldn’t overlook what he had done for her.

Thinking about the mix of gratitude and fear she felt, Susanna mumbled, “He’s hurt.”

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