Chapter 1131
Chapter 1131:
“Wait a minute. What if Danica comes in?” Annabel suddenly thought of something and grew nervous. “Let go of me first p>
Leaning closer, Rupert whispered in her ear, “I already asked her to get off work early and go home p>
Annabel’s face immediately turned red. It seemed he had planned this from the beginning.
A pot of soup was simmering on the stove. Annabel sniffed the air, her expression shifting. “Wait—Rupert, something is burning. Don’t you smell it p>
They had been so caught up in the moment that they’d completely forgotten about the heat.
“I’ve been boiling the soup for a long time. It’s chicken soup—it’s supposed to be really good for you,” Rupert said as he finally stepped away and turned off the stove.
When he saw the scorched pot, he frowned, disappointed.
Noticing his expression, Annabel quickly comforted him. “It’s alright. You still made a candlelight dinner for us—that’s special. And even if there’s no soup, we can have steak p>
She glanced at the plate and added with a grin, “I love steak the most p>
Rupert brushed her hair back gently, his voice low. “As long as you’re happy, I’m happy. I prepared this surprise for you today, and I hope I can make you happy every day—just like now p>
He wanted to keep seeing her smile. He wanted to protect her for as long as he lived.
“I’m happy as long as I’m with you.” Annabel looked around the slightly messy kitchen, then smiled. “Let me help. We’ll cook together p>
They would cook side by side, share a candlelight dinner, and forget all the chaos outside.
Now and then, Annabel would glance at Rupert with quiet fondness. While Rupert seared the steak, she passed him the seasonings. When she cooked, he chopped vegetables for her. They moved in sync, like a perfect team.
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“The steak smells amazing, Mr. Benton. You’re an incredible cook,” Annabel said playfully, lifting the plate and inhaling the rich aroma as she carried it toward the dining table.
But the moment she stepped into the dining room, she froze in surprise.
Her gaze fell on the candlelit table, beautifully decorated with roses. Two roses stood in a vase, and a bouquet of ninety-nine sat beside it. Nearby was a decanter filled with ruby-red wine.
So Rupert had arranged everything in the dining room in advance.
“Rupert, you must be exhausted today! I love the roses!” Annabel exclaimed, genuinely impressed.
His effort warmed her heart. She found herself helplessly drawn to his tenderness.
With a soft smile, Rupert reached out and held her slender hand. “If you’re happy, I won’t feel tired. And I have another surprise for you after dinner.” He deliberately left her curious.
“What is it? Tell me. I’ll pretend I don’t know later,” Annabel urged. The candlelight dinner alone had already moved her—she couldn’t imagine what else he had prepared.