Chapter 22 A Good Man

As soon as Isabella opened the door, she was greeted by an enticing aroma. Instead of instant noodles, she smelled chicken soup. Theodore emerged from the kitchen wearing a bright floral apron. Seeing her frozen in the doorway, he smiled faintly. "Go wash your hands," he said. "The noodles are ready." Isabella felt genuinely surprised and delighted. She quickly washed her hands and took her seat, waiting expectantly as Theodore brought over the food. When he approached with the bowl, the rich aroma of chicken broth filled the air. "Chicken noodle soup with parsley. I left out the onions," Theodore said, setting a fork in front of her. She picked up the fork. Just the smell alone was making her mouth water since she'd been starving all day. "How did you know I hate onions?" she asked. They'd only eaten together once, but somehow he'd already picked up on her preferences. "Just a guess," Theodore replied, sitting across from her. Isabella looked at him, puzzled. "Aren't you eati