"Oh, really? What a coincidence," Yvonne replied vaguely.


    Thomas didn''t press the issue.


    Yvonne turned on the TV, but the channels were disappointing. There was nothing on but news,mercials, and shopping channels. The local stations were showing some dramas, but none of them looked interesting.


    After two boring episodes of a drama, it was already noon.


    Yvonne finally had something to do: make lunch.


    "Any dietary restrictions?" Yvonne asked as she walked into the kitchen and started looking through the fridge for ingredients.


    "None. I''m not a picky eater." Thomas followed her into the kitchen, rolling up his sleeves to help. "I can''t cook, but I can help wash the vegetables."


    "Thank you, Mr. Taylor." Yvonne pulled out some spinach andtro and handed them to Thomas.


    Thomas was wearing a ring, which he took off and ced on the counter by the sink before turning on the tap.


    His skin was fair, and the sight of his long fingers sorting through the green leaves was surprisingly pleasant to watch.


    Thomas diligently washed and prepared the vegetables.


    Meanwhile, Yvonne was preparing chicken and ribs.


    For lunch, she made four dishes and a soup: Kung Pao chicken, braised pork ribs, a spinach sd, and a simple egg drop soup. She''d learned the recipes from online videos, and they looked quite appetizing.


    "I don''t cook very often, so I''m not sure how it''ll taste," Yvonne said, handing Thomas his utensils.


    Thomas took them, picked up a piece of chicken, and took a bite. "Mm, it''s delicious," he nodded.


    Yvonne tried some herself. It really was quite good. Maybe she had a knack for cooking after all.


    They ate infortable silence, sitting across from each other.


    They finished everyst bite of the four dishes and soup.


    Thomas was certainly a very appreciative guest.


    After the meal, Thomas offered to do the dishes while Yvonne wiped down the kitchen counters. They worked together seamlessly, each taking a task.


    Afterwards, they found themselves with nothing to do again.


    Thomas noticed a deck of cards under the coffee table in the living room and suggested a game.


    Yvonne agreed with a nod. "What should we y?"


    "How about the simplest game, high


    card wins?" Thomas Susted h


    drawing a card from the


    was


    the four of hearts:


    Yvonne drew one as well: the ace of hearts.


    "Best two out of three," Thomas said, drawing again. He drew two more cards: the eight of spades and the ten of diamonds.


    Yvonne followed suit, drawing the king of spades and the two of hearts, winning easily.


    Thomas: "..."


    He chuckled. "I didn''t realize my luck was this bad. Good thing there were no stakes."


    Yvonne shrugged nonchntly. "Want to y again?"


    "How about a round of poker? Do you y?" Thomas clearly wasn''t ready to admit defeat.


    Yvonne nodded, then reshuffled and dealt the cards.


    They agreed to another best of three.


    But Yvonne ended up winning all three rounds against Thomas.


    Thomas: "..."


    Right. Not only was his luck bad, but his skills werecking too. "Another round?" Yvonne asked as she gathered the cards.


    Thomas nced at the Patek Philippe on his wrist and shook his head, "No, I have amercial event tonight and need to get to the airport."


    Yvonne put the cards away and then walked Thomas downstairs.


    Once they left the apartment, they were out of the cameras'' range.


    "I was surprised you were the guest star. This episode''s ratings are going


    to be the roof," Yvonne''s


    as they stepped into the elevator


    Thomas smiled, his tone half-joking and half-serious. "Well, you''re the reason I


    agreed to be on the show."


    Yvonne: "..."