I nodded. "Okay. I''lle find you right away."


    However, before I could say anything when I found Tom, his gaze immediatelynded on the wound on the back of my hand. "What happened to your hand?"


    "It''s nothing. It''s just a small scratch."


    He furrowed his brows. "Wait here. I''ll go get you some medicine."


    "No need..."


    "Wait here." His two words left no room for argument.


    Reluctantly, I nodded, unable to refuse.


    It wasn''t long before he returned with arge bag of medicine.


    He carefully treated the wound and then wrapped it with gauze before warning


    me. "Don''t get the wound wet for the next three days."


    "I got it."


    "Let''s go. I''ll take you home."


    Soon, the car stopped in front of my building.


    "Thanks for the ride, Tom."


    "You''re wee..." Tom smiled and, seemingly casually, asked, "What are you having for dinner?"


    "I have some food in the fridge. I''ll just make something."


    "You''re going to cook?" Tom raised an eyebrow.


    I nodded, confused. "Yeah. What''s wrong?"


    He grabbed the medicine bag, opened the door, and exited the car. "Didn''t I say


    you can''t get the wound wet for the next few days? Let''s go. I''ll cook."


    I waspletely stunned. "Tom, you... can cook?"


    "Who do you think you''re talking to?" he said teasingly, his voice rich and maic. "Today, I''m going to show you my cooking skills."


    I initially thought he was joking.


    But when I saw him tying an apron around his waist and skillfully chopping vegetables in the kitchen, I realized he was serious about cooking.


    But... How did he know how to do all this?


    Noticing the astonishment and confusion on my face, he nced at me while chopping the vegetables and smiled. "When I was in the army, we hardly had any food. Since we were stationed in the wilderness with no one around for miles, if we wanted something different, we had to make it ourselves..."


    I suddenly understood.


    However, I originally thought Tom could only cook simple meals.


    When the delicious dishes were ced on the table, I realized he was far more than just someone who could cook.


    "Is it good?" Tom asked with a smile as he watched me devour my food.


    "Mm, it''s delicious." I swallowed the food in my mouth and gave him a thumbs-up. "This is amazing."


    His face lit up with a smile. "I''ll cook for you from now on."


    I froze, unsure how to respond. His words were so ambiguous that I didn''t know how to take them.


    But he seemedpletely nonchnt as he added more food to my bowl. "Eat slowly. Don''t choke."


    I quickly lowered my head and continued eating, convincing myself I was overthinking. He probably just said that out of politeness, not meaning anything serious.


    After we finished eating, Tom got up to clean the dishes. I wanted to help, but he shooed me away with a "You can''t get your wound wet."


    Feeling guilty, I stood aside, watching him wash the dishes while chatting.


    In the middle of our conversation, he suddenly looked up, a smile tugging at his


    lips. "By the way, Greg told me some gossip today. Do you want to hear it?"