Chapter 15

Sylvia had never expected that Arnaud—a man that ran such a massive corporation—could cook like a pro. His authentic Portsham-style dishes were every bit as good as what one could get at a five-star hotel. "Mr. Kaplan, don't you usually have chefs everywhere in your house?" Why would he even need to cook himself? Arnaud paused with his fork in hand, then gave a faint smile. "After my parents passed away, I spent a few years overseas." "Oh..." That did make sense. Arnaud and Tyler were only three years apart, so his parents must have had him later at an older age. Sylvia stole a glance at Arnaud and noticed that even when he ate, he carried himself with a certain refinement. His movements were unhurried, he chewed slowly, and the prominent line of his Adam's Apple shifted with each bite he took. She, on the other hand, could hardly bring herself to put down her cutlery as she enjoyed the feast! But dinner eventually had to end. "Go shower. I'll clean up." With that, Arnaud stoo