Chapter 389

Was he seeing this right? Finnian was actually standing at the stove, wearing an apron, while Amara-apron on as well-stood by his side. The two of them were chatting quietly, busy with spatulas and kitchen utensils, clearly cooking

something together.

What was going on here? Were they really making dinner together?

That afternoon, after leaving the café, Amara had gone home for a bit, but she couldn’t focus on work-maybe it was that ridiculous rumor from earlier that left her so distracted. Eventually, she shut her laptop and decided to visit her grandfather at the Everly estate.

As luck would have it, just as she was getting ready to leave, Finnian arrived at the estate as well. They bumped into each other in the hallway. The memory of their awkward encounter at the café flickered in her mind, making her feel slightly uncomfortable. She nodded to him, intending to keep moving.

“Amara,” Finnian called after her. “Do you have a minute p>

She paused on the stairs, didn’t answer directly, and countered, “Why do you ask, Mr. Everly p>

Finnian didn’t reply right away. He walked toward her, step by step, fixing his gaze on her. After a long moment, he said, “Can you teach me a few more recipes? I want to cook something for Grandpa p>

If he’d asked her this a few days ago, Amara would have said no without hesitation.

Sure, she was a good cook, but the Everlys employed a full kitchen staff, all professionally trained-none of them any less skilled than she was. If Finnian wanted to learn, he could ask any of them. Why come to her?

But just a few minutes ago, Mr. Kevin Everly had pulled her aside, telling her with a warm smile how much he enjoyed her cooking, and how the dishes she and Finnian had made together last time were especially delicious. The cooks were great, he’d said, but something about the meals she and Finnian made tasted different-better.

Maybe it was because she was expecting now, but Amara found herself valuing family more and more. She’d been visiting Mr. Everly frequently these days, and she

gendinely wanted to make him

happy. So when Finnian asked she simply nodded and said, “Alright. Let’s go to the kitchen p>

Mr. Everly had said he missed the meals they’d made together, hadn’t he? Well, then, they’d cook for him.

After all, it was just one meal. If it made Grandpa happy, that was reason enough.

The two of them headed to the kitchen, where two aprons hung side by side on the wall-a blue-and-white checked one, and a red-and-white checked one. They looked almost like a matching set, hanging there together.

Amara felt a strange little jolt at the sight, though she couldn’t quite put her finger on why.

Finnian didn’t seem to notice. He took down the aprons, handed the red-and-white one to her, and slipped on the blue-and-white himself. Then he headed to the fridge and started pulling out ingredients. “Let’s make sautéed eggplant with pork, green beans, chicken and mushrooms, and a fish dish p>

He’d already decided on the menu?

As he listed the dishes and set the ingredients out one by one, Amara found herself momentarily stunned.

He was so focused, so earnest-apron tied at his waist, sleeves rolled up-he looked like the perfect family man. It was a far cry from his usual image, all sharp suits and boardroom bravado. To her surprise, Amara found this side of him… almost endearing.

She quickly shook off the thought, buried it, and joined Finnian at the counter to start prepping the food.

This time, they didn’t ask the staff for help. They washed and chopped everything themselves. Truth be told, though they were supposed to be working together, Finnian ended up doing most of the work.