Chapter 58

What? He’s hungry? And? What’s that got to do with me? I’m injured, okay? He expects me to cook him a late-night snack with a busted leg? Back when I was crazy in love with him, sure, I’d try my best in the kitchen. But did he ever touch anything I made? Nope. He’d just scoff and say the chefs at home were all Michelin-grade, said if he wanted anything, he'd just ask — told me not to waste my time, that studying was more important. I looked at him like he was some random stranger. Cold as ice. "I’m hurt." His face didn’t change a bit. "It’s your foot that’s injured, not your hands." "I don't know how to cook. You want food, go ask L—" I cut myself off in time. Seriously, I must’ve lost it to bring up Lena Carter. She’s already been sent abroad, why even mention her? "You don’t know how? But you were bringing food and groceries to Evan Smith like clockwork. Was that all Mrs. Lester’s doing?" The sarcasm in his eyes was dripping. I didn’t bother pretending. "I really didn’t know how. I l