NovelGoldhapter 311
Chapter 311
As Soren showedaround, Introducing the architecture, all | could think was, “How the hell could | possibly not
like this?!!
There weren't many villas of this size and value in all ofropolis. And beyond that, the entire place had been
designed with aesthetics and art in mind.
Instead of answering him, | asked, “Won't you feel a little empty? It's a big house for one small you.
Soren smiled and tapped a few buttons on his phone, activating the Al system.
“I like my place quiet, so it’s not too bad. There are no housekeepers or maids here, but my parents regularly
send sof our retinue over to keep it clean ”
| nodded. “Sounds good.”
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Still, | couldn’t shake the thought, ‘Why am | here?”
Was | going to live here now? | hadn't even brought fresh clothes.
Besides, staying at his place after we'd only just started this relationship meant something, right? Were moving
that fast? It felt so soon.....
| was so lost in thought that | didn’t notice Soren had walked away.
e we really
“What would you like to eat, Tay? Should we cook something ourselves?” His voice echoed from another room.
| blinked, snapping out of my daze. | found him in the kitchen, standing by the open fridge. “Or should we dine
out?”
| glanced at the fridge and gaped. “You don’t even stay here often! Why is there so much food?”
He slipped an arm around me, pulledin, and whispered in my ear, “I had the butler send it over just now.”
Our faces were mere inches apart.
“I suppose | should show you my cooking for once,” | said.
—He smiled and kissed me. “Okay! I'll help.”
“Great!”
choose
your kitchen. They're all fully equipped.”
There were three kitchens in the villa-one for fine dining, one for everyday meals, and another for BBQ parties.
Naturally, | picked the home-cooking kitchen.
Back when Edward was sick, he'd had a terrible appetite. To help him eat more, I'd put a lot of effort into learning
how to make nutritious and delicious meals. But tonight, | settled on something much simpler.
Soren wasn't like the typical rich man who sat on the couch glued to his phone. He actually helped.
I'd only ever seen this kind of equal partnership in s. Never in my wildest dreams did | imagine I'd have a
man like that in my life, but here he was.
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Soren was a good sport, finishing every bite of his meal.
“God, if cooking didn’t take so much work, I'd want to eat your food every day,” he said.
“Nah. Nie chefs at the estate are beiter.”
“Not really. They cook because It’s their job. You cook because of me.”
1 scoffed. “Please. | cook because I'm hungry.”
“Ha. Then | guess I'm here for the free food.”
After dinner, | started clearing the table.
Soren said the maids would cto clean up, so we could leave the dishes. But | didn’t want someone corming
all the way here just to deal with our mess, so | loaded everything into the dishwasher.
After that, he tookon a walk around the villa. It was so big that calling it a stroll felt like an understatement.
By the twe got back inside, he turned to me. “Do you like it here? If you do, you should move in whenever
you want. It's a bit of a waste to leave it empty, right?”
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