Chapter 190
Chapter 190:
A soft thud snapped her back to the present. A sheet of dough had slipped from her fingers and landed on the floor. She refocused and continued rolling.
Then a new problem occurred to her. She had no idea what fillings Vance liked. Asking him outright would ruin the surprise. After a moment’s thought, she decided to prepare two varieties — one vegetarian, one with meat.
By the time everything was done, it was already past four in the afternoon. She packed the ravioli into two insulated containers and headed for Vance’s place.
When she arrived, he wasn’t home yet. She waited downstairs.
𝘐𝗇𝗍𝘦ո𝘴е 𝗿оm𝖺ո𝗰𝗲 𝗼n ѕ.𝖼𝘰𝗆
Less than five minutes passed before his car pulled up beside her.
“You’re back already?” Kristine said, surprised.
Vance’s cheeks were slightly flushed from the cold wind, but his eyes shone brightly. “You called, so I came straight back. You didn’t wait long, did you p>
“Weren’t you still working?” she asked with a smile.
He rubbed the back of his head. “Nothing matters more than you. Come on, let’s head in p>
Kristine nodded and followed him inside, warmth spreading slowly through her chest.
That was when Vance noticed the containers in her hands. “What did you bring p>
“I made ravioli. There was too much, so I thought I’d share p>
Vance’s smile deepened, and Kristine found herself smiling as well.
The sky glowed orange and red as the sun dipped low, bathing them in soft, peaceful light. It was rush hour, and people all around were heading home. A few passersby couldn’t help feeling a faint envy at the sight of the two of them.
Soon they reached Vance’s condo. The last time Kristine had been here, she had stayed in the guest unit — immaculate and untouched. This time, she stepped into the place where he actually lived, and it was just as orderly.
“Did you hire someone to clean?” she asked.
“Nope. I did it myself.” Vance moved into the kitchen to prepare the ravioli. Steam rose, carrying a light, comforting scent.
“You cleaned everything yourself?” Kristine blinked. “You run a company and still do your own chores p>
“If something matters to you, you make time for it.” He set out small dishes. “What sauce do you want p>
“Vinegar,” Kristine answered, lingering by the doorway. She hesitated, then added, “I wasn’t sure what you liked, so I made pork, chive, and cabbage fillings p>
Vance smiled softly. “If you made them, I’ll enjoy them all p>
Kristine laughed awkwardly, picked up a plate, and retreated to the other room.
Since Vance had confessed his feelings, he had become far more open — and she was still adjusting. As she turned back toward the kitchen, Vance stopped her. “Just sit. I’ll take care of everything p>
“That doesn’t make sense,” she protested.
He hesitated, then said quietly, “Anyway, from now on, leave it to me p>
Her heart fluttered. The words she had been holding back rose to her lips.
Once Vance sat down, Kristine gently stirred the ravioli in her bowl and spoke. “Vance, about what you mentioned last time, I p>