Chapter 92

Cassandra's cooking skills were good. Her grandmother had always worried that Cassandra wouldn't know how to take care of herself once she was gone. So, she had spent a lot of time teaching her how to cook. Cassandra also had a natural talent for it. Soon, she brought the Bolognese to the table. The pasta was nicely cooked and not sticky, with a hearty Bolognese sauce on top. The vegetables were fresh and crisp, and the fried egg on the side was just right, adding a rich, tasty finish. The dish was so appetizing that it would make anyone hungry just by looking at it. Tristan sat at the dining table, his eyes filled with satisfaction as he looked at the Bolognese before him. "Thank you." "Eat up. I'm going to take a shower," Cassandra said casually. At her words, Tristan's gaze darkened with an intensity that didn't go unnoticed. Cassandra felt the heat of his gaze and hurriedly turned toward the bathroom, and the sound of water soon filled the air. Tristan remained at the table,