She sucked in a breath and raised her head to et a pair of equally morose, dark eyes.
"Brandon Heath, it’s not that painful anymore, I just..."
Before she could finish her sentence, he tightened his grip on her hand, "I’m sorry."
His voice was steady, a thick layer of self-bla in his eyes. His hoarse voice repeated the words, "I’m sorry, Aria."
"I’ve told you, it’s not your fault," Aria Rowlett held his hand, "You don’t have to apologize to . If you really think it’s your fault, you can do sothing else to make it up to ."
"What do you want to do?" Brandon Heath asked imdiately.
Aria Rowlett’s eyes flicked around. She thought for a mont, then said, "I just realized... I’ve never tasted a al cooked by you. How about making a al?"
It was likely that Brandon Heath was the type who kept his hands clean of all trivialities.
Probably never set foot in a kitchen.
Aria Rowlett was just talking casually and she didn’t really expect him to cook for her.
"Okay, I’ll cook for you." He agreed without hesitation and asked, "What do you want to eat?"
Aria Rowlett: "..."
Can’t believe he actually agreed to cook for her.
Could he cook?
Will the food he produces be edible?
Of course, it wouldn’t be right for Aria Rowlett to ask him such questions directly.
He was genuinely trying to make ands and was very proactive about it. Plus, if it was his first ti in the kitchen, she didn’t want to discourage him.
So Aria Rowlett stared into his eyes for a mont, and then asked: "Are you really going to cook for ?"
"Of course. If you want to, I will."
"So do you know how to cook?" she asked earnestly.
Brandon Heath paused at that.
The minister, who was always calm, confident and had great command over everything, was, for the first ti, stumped by sothing.
For a mont, he didn’t know how to respond.
The man, whose face was unusually handso, was silent for almost a minute before he honestly shook his head: "No."
He had never cooked.
How could he know how to?
"But I can learn. I learn quickly," said Brandon Heath, worried his beloved wife would be disappointed in him. "Cooking can’t be that difficult. I can ask a chef to teach . Tell what you want to eat right now and I’ll learn to make it."
Even the most difficult things in the eyes of others, had never been too much for him.
Brandon Heath believed that sothing as simple as cooking could not be too difficult.
No matter what.
If his beloved wife had made a request, he must fulfill it.
He could not let her down, nor could he let her think that his life skills were too poor that he couldn’t even cook a al.
Brandon Heath cared deeply about his image in Aria Rowlett’s eyes.
Aria Rowlett hardly ever asked anything of him.
Given the circumstances, Brandon Heath felt that even if she asked for the stars, he must sohow get them down for her!
Seeing his enthusiasm, Aria Rowlett did not want to dampen it. After thinking for a while, she said, "Well, just make so Chilaquiles then."
It was Brandon Heath’s first ti cooking, and she didn’t want to make it too hard for him.
Aria Rowlett thought everybody knew how to cook sothing as simple as Chilaquiles. He should be able to learn it, right?
Even if it turned out to be terrible, it wouldn’t be too terrible to eat.
"You want this?"
"Mmm, I want this."
"Anything else?"
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