Chapter 318

What was for dinner? She felt a wave of nervousness when he arrived. Her breathing became uneven as he leaned down. But eventually, he pulled her out of bed and guided her to the dining room, where a steaming plate of pasta awaited. Vespera glanced at the pasta and then the spread of dishes on the table, feeling bewildered. "Did you make this?" she asked. Dominic sat down across from her. "I magically summoned it," he replied. Vespera was taken aback. "You can cook!" she exclaimed. Dominic gave a slight smile. "Not at all. As a privileged young man, I'm usually so clueless that I can't even tell sugar from salt. I didn't know you needed to add water to pasta, and I couldn't even figure out how to turn on the gas stove. It took me a while to get past these hurdles." Vespera fell silent, picking up her utensils to eat quietly. The food tasted fine—neither extraordinary nor noticeably flawed. She refrained from showing any surprise or excitement, fearing his teasing. Hadn't Raym