Chapter 232

"Try this fish," Eleanor said softly, her lips slightly pursed as she addressed the man before her. She lowered her eyes and a momentary, almost imperceptible emotion flickered beneath them. She remembered, in her previous life, on such an uneventful night, Robert had prepared this very steamed fish for her. He had told her it was his favorite dish and hoped she would like it too. However, she hadn't taken a single bite back then. She didn't like him, so she didn't want to accept his kindness or eat the fish he had prepared with his own hands. She failed to appreciate his feelings and dismissed the steamed fish as one would disregard a cast-off slipper. Now, time had turned back, and in this life, she was the one preparing the fish. She wondered whether it was still his favorite dish. Hearing her words, Robert reached out with his chopsticks and placed a piece of fish into his mouth. Eleanor watched him closely, her eyes fixated on the man before her. Sensing her intense gaze, Robert p