Chapter 145

Janice pursed her lips and replied, "Okay." This was their first time grocery shopping together. "What dishes can you make?" Edward asked. Janice thought for a moment before answering, "I can make most things." "What cuisines do you know?" "Not Coribean food," Janice admitted, her gaze dropping slightly. Over the past six or seven years, she had learned a variety of cuisines to accommodate Simon's picky eating habits. At this point, she felt confident enough to pass a chef's certification exam. Edward quickly picked up on her unspoken thoughts. Without a word, he guided her through the aisles, filling their cart with an assortment of meats, fruits, and vegetables. At the checkout counter, he told Janice to step outside while he paid. Meanwhile, the driver came over to help with the bags. As Janice casually tucked her hand into her coat pocket, Edward gently took it out and held it in his own. "You should get used to this," he said nonchalantly. The habit of holding hands? I