Chapter 41

Amelia finally hung up Michael's jacket. She agreed after hearing his words. Then, the two of them went downstairs to have dinner together. Michael usually ate with refined manners. The expression on his face was always indifferent, as if everything tasted the same to him. On the other hand, Amelia was different. She couldn't help wanting to share with others whenever she ate something delicious, just like the bowl of soup she was drinking now. Amelia wasn't exaggerating. The soup truly tasted exceptionally good, but she felt embarrassed to gush over it since she had made it herself. Besides, she hadn't spent much time with Michael. He looked so serious and stoic while eating, so she didn't have the courage to praise her cooking. Still, she ladled out a bowl of soup and served it to him. After all, they had to spend time together to get to know each other. Even though there was no love between her and Michael, they would have to live together for a long time. She couldn't le