Chapter 62

In her previous life, there had been a time when Devon made her a steak with his own hands. He hadn't controlled the heat properly and ended up cooking it medium rare. To avoid dampening his enthusiasm, she forced a smile and said she liked it medium rare, grimacing as she finished the entire steak. From start to finish, Devon never noticed her discomfort. Instead, he praised himself as a culinary genius. "I don't like food that's half-raw," Heather replied calmly, pushing the plate back to him. "You can have it." She lifted her wrist and glanced at her watch. "It's already 7:30 pm. Are the partners still coming?" At the moment she rejected the dish, Devon's expression froze over like frost. "Is having dinner with me really that unbearable? Didn't you always hope I'd come home in the past?" Heather laughed lightly. "You said it yourself. That's in the past." Back then, he never cherished the version of her whose entire world revolved around him. She looked around. The entire re