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    When Kristopher pocketed his phone and returned to the vi, Belinda and Marc were already seated at the dining table, enjoying a meal.


    Marc, sitting slightly to the side of Belinda, was enthusiastically slurping noodles. Hevished praise on her culinary skills, eximing, “Miss Nelson, this bowl of noodles is the best I’ve had in years! I’ve only ever seen you prepare breakfast for Mr. Cox, and while it looked appealing, I never imagined it would taste this exquisite!”


    Somewhat flustered by the continuouspliments, Belinda responded, “If you really enjoy it, I’d be happy to make it for you again sometime.”


    Marc’s response was nothing new. He was the fourth person, following Madisyn, Joyce, and Anthony, to acim her cooking.


    Her offer immediately lit up Marc’s eyes. “Really? Can I look forward to more in the future? It’s so…”


    Before Marc could finish his words, he was abruptly interrupted. “Enough with the chatter,” a deep male voice interjected from behind them, adding with a touch of irritation, “You never stop talking, even while eating noodles.”


    Startled, Marc quickly bowed his head and fell silent, instinctively scooting his chair to the side to clear a space for Kristopher to sit directly opposite Belinda.


    Kristopher, observing Marc’s quickpliance, raised an eyebrow but remained silent as he took his seat.


    The noodles before him had gotten cold, which was less than ideal since he preferred his food hot.


    Noticing Kristopher’s displeased look at the cooled noodles, Belinda suggested, “Would you like me to warm them up for you?”


    Still silent, Kristopher pushed the bowl of noodles toward her.


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    Throughout their marriage, she had amodated his preferences, including reheating his food. Now, despite their divorce, he seemed to expect her to continue doing so.


    Belinda remained still as she caught his expectant look. Kristopher looked up at her and asked, “What’s the matter?”


    He appeared genuinely confused, clearly unable to understand what was on her mind.


    Belinda paused and then let out a self-deprecatingugh. “It’s nothing,” she finally said.


    After all, he hade to her aid the previous night and had suffered injuries as a result. She felt that assisting him now was not too much to ask. But internally, she vowed this would be thest time.


    As she rose with the bowl, ready to head out, she noticed Marc’s empty bowl.


    Recalling his praise for her noodles, Belinda raised an eyebrow at Marc. “Are you full? There’s more in the pot. Would you like me to get you some more?”


    It turned out that Marc was far from satisfied. He had spent the entire night managing the fallout from Kristopher’s car ident, too preupied to sleep or eat.


    So when Belinda made her offer, he responded with a grateful smile and handed her his empty bowl. “Thank you, Miss Nelson,” he said.


    With a smile, Belinda quickly took both bowls and headed into the kitchen.


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