Chapter 460

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Susanna couldn’t help but sigh as she thought about how her own cooking was definitely not going to please Hull.

She heard him say from behind, “You can leave now.”

“Okay,” Susanna replied, trying to mask her relief as she turned to exit the room.

But Hull’s voice stopped her again as she was reaching the door. “Tomorrow morning, make some chicken mushroom soup and maybe a few pancakes.”

“But I can’t cook. I mean it,” Susanna confessed, turning back with a pleading look.

Hull raised an eyebrow. “Don’t you have a cooking app on your phone?”

Susanna was shocked. How did he know that? Given his wealth, hiring a cook wouldn’t even put a dent in his fortune, so why was he putting her through this culinary trial?

She sniffed, feeling defeated but unable to argue. “Fine, I guess.”

“But… There’s nothing in the fridge,” she muttered.

“Silas will bring the groceries,” Hull replied, effectively ending the discussion.

Resigned to her fate, Susanna left Hull’s room feeling like a poor soul caught in the whims of destiny. She hoped Stella would soon help her find her mother and resolve everything so she could have her peace back.

Hull watched her leave, her reluctance almost palpable even from behind. A slight smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

…

Susanna headed downstairs to tidy up the kitchen, preparing herself for the following day’s cooking challenge. Just as she was about to head back upstairs, Silas arrived with a large grocery bag.

“Evening, Susanna,” he greeted her politely.

“Whoa, hold on!” Susanna exclaimed, flustered. “What are you bringing?”

Silas just gave her a knowing smile and handed her the groceries. “Hull asked me

to bring these for tomorrow morning. Thanks in advance for your help.”

Unlike Barnaby, Silas had the sense to stay diplomatic, neither confirming nor denying anything.

Susanna glanced at the assortment of ingredients, some of which she couldn’t even identify. “What are these?” she asked, pointing to the unfamiliar items.

Silas chuckled, “Do you think you can handle it?”

“Yeah, it should be fine,” Susanna replied, albeit with a hint of uncertainty. She figured she’d just follow the online recipe to the setter. Cooking it might be a hit or miss, but it would definitely be edible.

Silas nodded. “Alright then.”

“By the way,” he added, “Hull might come down with a fever tonight. Could you

keep an eye on him? Ensure he doesn’t take a bath.”

Susanna blinked in surprise. “How am I supposed to do that?”

“Just keep an eye on him,” Silas replied.

“Me? I’m not his girlfriend or anything,” Susanna protested.

“But you’re the only one staying with him under the same roof right now,” Silas reminded her. “So, that’d be great if you could help out.”

Susanna sighed, feeling backed into a corner. “If he gets a fever, please give him some Tylenol. And if it doesn’t help, you might need to try some physical methods.”

“Physical methods?” Susanna echoed, not quite following.

“Just wipe his whole body with warm water,” Silas explained.

“What? His whole body?”

“Yeah, like he did for you the other night,” Silas said, alluding to an incident that made Susanna’s face turn beet red.

The room fell into an awkward silence as Susanna stared at Silas, completely dumbfounded.

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