Chapter 580

After tidying up, Le Su sat for a while before heading to the bathroom. She studied her reflection in the mirror—an oval face free of makeup, fair and unadorned. She had always been dissatisfied with her looks, as if all those years of meals had gone to waste. Despite being nearly twenty-four, her face still carried an air of naive innocence. Frustrated by this, she often deliberately dressed more maturely to compensate. Le Su went downstairs and was immediately greeted by a delightful aroma—not the heavy scent of cooked dishes, but the clean, inviting fragrance of spring onions. Her gaze instinctively drifted toward the kitchen, where Victor stood in a black sweater, sleeves rolled up, effortlessly boiling noodles in the open-concept space. The sight was mesmerizing. His elegant, aristocratic demeanor shone through even in such a mundane task. As she watched him meticulously slicing a seared steak, Le Su couldn’t help but swallow hard. She was starving! "Uncle, let me help," she offer