Chapter 508

Chapter 508:

Brenden didn’t even glance her way. “Alright. Goodbye p>

Fiona let out a cold snort. Her anger toward him only intensified.

What was so special about being able to make a sandwich?! She could hire ten chefs, each one better than Gabriela, without blinking an eye.

Seething, Fiona stormed out of the hospital, her heels clicking sharply against the polished floor.

When she arrived home, the image of Brenden’s hungry, almost childlike grin replayed in her mind. Before she knew it, she was marching into the kitchen, demanding the chef teach her how to cook.

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By mid-afternoon, two pots lay ruined, the counter looked like a war zone, and the air was thick with the acrid smell of something very, very burnt. The chef, pale and wide-eyed, barely escaped with his life.

With Daisy’s testimony and the undeniable evidence, Glenn was found guilty of abduction.

Thanks to Benedict’s relentless efforts, the sentence was handed down to six years behind bars.

The moment the news broke, Fiona wasted no time in coming to the hospital and telling Brenden about it.

Brenden practically lit up. “Wesley is awesome p>

Fiona’s lips curved into a small, satisfied smile. “With such good news, it’s only right we celebrate with food p>

Brenden’s grin faltered, replaced with a thin, uneasy smile. “I’m not really hungry yet p>

Despite having vowed never to step foot in a kitchen, Fiona had somehow taken it upon herself to learn how to cook.

That, in itself, wasn’t the problem.

The problem was that every lesson ended with Brenden being drafted as her official taste tester.

And honestly? Each bite was a brush with death.

Fiona’s frown deepened. “Well? Are you eating or not p>

Brenden forced a cheerful grin. “Of course! I’ll eat p>

With a flourish, Fiona opened the food box.

Inside was a neat row of delicate, golden-yellow cookies, each one sandwiching what looked like a soft layer of lemon filling.

Brenden exhaled in relief.

At least today’s creation looked normal. It even smelled good.

Maybe, just maybe, her cooking had finally turned a corner. He reached for a cookie, cautious hope in his eyes.

The moment he bit into the cookie, his smile froze mid-chew. His eyes widened, disbelief written all over his face, and he slowly turned to glare at Fiona. Fresh from her first few lessons in the kitchen, Fiona beamed with anticipation. “Well? How is it? Is it good p>

Brenden chewed twice, deliberately forcing himself to swallow the asphalt-like, overly sweet bite.

With a strained grin, he said, “It’s okay p>

The cookie clung stubbornly to his teeth, and the flavor was aggressively sticky. Fiona had somehow perfected the art of making something truly inedible. “If you like it, have a few more,” she said brightly, grabbing another cookie and holding it toward him like a proud mother.

Just then, Wesley walked in.

Relief washed over Brenden. “Hey, Wesley! You’re finally here p>

Wesley barely glanced at him, indifferent as ever.

Brenden offered, “Fiona made these herself. They’re actually pretty good. Want to try one p>

If he had to endure this torture, he thought, they might as well suffer together.

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