Chapter 260

I stared at Ronald Wright, completely floored—too stunned to even care how suggestive the way he was holding me looked. "You... made this?" He just gave a calm "Yeah. There’s yam and corn in the porridge; the noodles are mixed with beef jerky. I fried an egg too. See if you like it." I glanced over at the stove. The smell was incredible and instantly made me hungry. Then I looked back at him again, the man right in front of me, and I honestly felt like I was seeing him for the first time. I froze on the spot. "When did you learn to cook?" I was absolutely sure Ronald couldn’t cook—like, not in this life, not in the past one either. No way. He was the heir to the Wright family empire, raised with the elite’s finest education. Cooking? Total waste of his time. It would've never made the list. And he never needed to, anyway. So how the hell did he even pick up this skill? Where’d this come from? It made zero sense. “I can do a lot of things. If you’re curious, I’ll tell you next time,” Ro