Chapter 983

Bethany knew responding too often to Trystan would only give him false hope, so she refrained from doing so. Holding Elysia in her arms, she drifted off to sleep quickly that night. The next morning, Bethany woke up 30 minutes earlier than usual and headed to the kitchen to make pasta for Elysia. Trystan's instructions were clear, and to her surprise, she managed to pull it off. It might not have looked exactly like Trystan's, but it was close enough. As Elysia began eating, Bethany hovered nearby, her nerves getting the best of her. "How's it taste? Is it okay?" Elysia looked up from her plate, blinking her big eyes with delight. "It tastes just like Mr. Lawson's! It's so good!" "Really?" Bethany asked. She let out a quiet sigh of relief and took a bite herself. It tasted surprisingly good, although the presentation could have been better. She felt a sense of admiration for Trystan. She never expected a CEO as busy as him could whip up something so delicious. It was impressive.