In the kitchen, she had her hair tied back in a ponytail, wearing an apron, skillfully chopping and stir-frying vegetables, with a pot of soup bubbling on the stove, filling the room with a warm, homey aroma. She stood amidst the steam, looking neither flustered nor disheveled but rather gentle and beautiful.
Every time he walked to the door and saw this scene, his heart would be shaken.
He always felt that this woman was not her; such a virtuous and obedient woman couldn’t possibly be her, who had hated him so much, who had resented him so deeply. How could she be cooking for him?
So, uncertain, he walked over again and again and then left satisfied each time.
Just like that, back and forth, the meal was ready.
Thelma placed the last soup on the table and hurriedly urged him, “Come, try it.”
Sitting at the dining table and looking at the spread, Sam Noah felt a bit at a loss. The steam from the dishes wafted up to his face, and he suddenly felt as if his body had expanded countless times.
This was actually a meal she had made for him, a meal she had made for him!
However, Mr. Sam, though young, was a seasoned man in the journey of life. So, even though that warm, swelling feeling made him a bit dazed, he still calmly picked up a piece of food and tasted it, giving a very objective evaluation, “Hmm, not bad.”
Thelma naturally believed in her cooking skills; after all, her family ran a restaurant, and both she and her sister could whip up delicious dishes. So she was very satisfied with his response.
Thelma smiled at him, “If it’s good, eat more.”
And he indeed ate a lot…
After finishing the meal, Thelma remembered that there were some jellies among the snacks Sam Noah had bought, so she took one to eat.
After Sam Noah finished eating, he saw her sitting on the sofa eating jelly and was momentarily stunned.
He recalled that night when she had treated his tongue as if it were jelly.
And her cooing, heart-tugging voice, “Thelma wants to eat jelly.”
Sam Noah cleared his throat and said, “Eating jelly right after a meal isn’t good for your health.”
Thelma replied, “I suddenly remembered that one night I dreamed of eating jelly. In the dream, I thought it was delicious, so I wanted to eat some.”
After she finished speaking, she slurped it in lightly.
Sam Noah: “……”
He actually… felt a bit shy to look at the jelly.
Sam Noah cursed himself in his heart for being a jerk, but he maintained his usual demeanor and sat down next to her to watch TV together.
The room was very quiet, with only the occasional sound from the television. Sam Noah sat not far from her, his presence so strong that soon Thelma felt surrounded by his aura.
Then she thought again about that earlier embrace; his arms were warm and comfortable, his body solid and elastic.
Thelma quickly shook her head, telling herself not to think about it.
Just like that, she absentmindedly watched TV until it was almost time to pick up the child.
After picking up Tyler, with her son around, Thelma finally felt that the strange ambiguous atmosphere between her and Sam Noah had eased a bit.
Sam Noah had set up the studio for her, and Thelma planned to get the studio on track as soon as possible. She intended to decline MK’s invitation to reclaim the copyright, and secondly, she wanted to find the arrangement genius Phoenix. If she could persuade her to join her studio, that would be perfect.
However, since Phoenix left MK, no one knew where she had gone. Thelma learned that Phoenix’s hometown was in Greystone , so she planned to go there to look for her.
So during dinner, Thelma shared her thoughts with the father and son.
The father and son, who had been eating, both turned to look at her, clearly surprised by her decision.
“How long will you be gone?” Sam Noah asked.
“Not sure. If I can convince Phoenix, it might not take more than a few days.”
“You don’t need to. If you want to find someone, it’s easy. I can have someone help you contact her; you don’t need to go in person.”
