Chapter 351 Dinner
Scarlett took a few deep breaths, rolled up her sleeves, and made her way to the kitchen. The place was spotless, with brand-new utensils that had never been touched.
Sure, Scarlett couldn't cook to save her life, but she knew how to find recipes online. She pulled out her phone, typed in a few keywords, and bam—a ton of recipes popped up.
The ingredients were all set, and the instructions were clear. All she had to do was actually cook the stuff.
She read through the steps and got to work.
Even though she knew the theory, cooking was a whole different ball game.
After more than forty minutes of messing around, Scarlett finally finished making dinner.
She set two identical meals at each end of the long dining table, covered with silver cloches. The cutlery was neatly placed on napkins, looking pretty fancy at first glance.
"Good, at least you didn't go over time," Sebastian said, standing at one end and eyeing the table. Each person had five plates, showing she had put in some effort.
Scarlett gave a faint smile. "Please, have a seat."
Sebastian pulled out a chair and sat down. "Let's see what you've cooked up."
'Seriously? The dinner's right in front of you, and you can't even lift the cloche yourself? Fine!' she thought.
Scarlett removed the silver covers one by one, giving Sebastian a barely-there smile. "How is it?"
Sebastian looked down at the five plates on the table.
There was red cabbage salad, yogurt lettuce salad, mashed potato salad, salmon avocado salad, and a fruit toast sandwich.
This was their dinner.
The table looked like a vegetable garden, with greens piled high on the plates.
Sebastian's expression didn't change. "This is the dinner you prepared?"
Scarlett walked to her seat, sitting across from Sebastian at the seven-foot-long table. "Yes. I'm sorry I don't know your taste."
'Great, she doesn't know my taste? This table full of greens and salad dressing shows she really tried!' he thought.
Scarlett unfolded a white napkin and placed it on her lap, then picked up her knife and fork. "Sir, you may start eating."
Sebastian's long fingers held the knife and fork, his brows not furrowing at all. The silver cutlery made a faint sound against the porcelain plates. As he tasted the brightly colored vegetables, the flavors were unremarkable—neither sweet, nor sour, nor spicy, nor salty—almost like munching on grass.
Nevertheless, Sebastian continued to eat, seemingly content. "Ms. Taylor."
Scarlett munched on her dinner, thinking, 'It's just a meal; I can deal with it. Plus, veggies and fruits are good for keeping my figure. And hey, maybe this way, he'll never ask me to cook again!'
"Need something, sir?" she asked.
Sebastian took a small bite of the sandwich, chewing slowly. He had to admit, her cooking was pretty bad. "Your cooking is quite good. I'll send tonight's menu to your assistants. I'm sure they'll love it too."
'What? So whatever I cook, he's just going to pass it on to Lisa and Cory? What a piece of work!' Scarlett seethed internally.
"You!" She gritted her teeth, but words failed her.
Sebastian continued, "You can keep showing off your cooking skills. Your assistants will get to enjoy it too."
Scarlett ate her meal in frustration, practically stabbing each bite.
Sebastian glanced up and saw Scarlett eating with her head down. Her table manners were perfect, like a high-society lady, but every time he looked at her, his heart did a weird little flip. It was subtle, but kind of uncomfortable.
Just then, Sebastian's phone rang. The ringtone was so old-school, it was almost funny.
"I'm busy, not coming back. We'll talk tomorrow. Okay." He dismissed the caller with just a few words.
Scarlett smirked. "If I'm not mistaken, that was the lady you had dinner with the other night."
Sebastian nodded. "You're right."
"So, your fiancée. Sorry, I overheard your conversation that night," she said.
"No big deal."
"Isn't your attitude towards your fiancée a bit off?"
"That's not a concern for a doctor like yourself." Sebastian finished his dinner and as he walked away from the table, he added, "Handle your room yourself. And since you like making Averlake's food, you probably enjoy cleaning these dishes too."
Scarlett's eyes narrowed. She had focused on making the food, but these dishes were a nightmare to clean, and there were over ten plates plus cutlery for the two of them.
Scarlett felt like she was going to lose it!
After washing the dishes, it was already 9:30 PM. She lugged her suitcase upstairs. Passing the second floor, Scarlett noticed the light on in Sebastian's room. She glanced briefly, then continued to her own room, panting and clutching her waist until she reached her bedroom door.
She reached out and pushed it open. The room was pitch dark, no windows open, no lights on. And it smelled weird. She fumbled along the wall, found the switch, and turned on the light.
Then the sight before her made her curse out loud.
Log in with Google Account
Chapters
Favorite
Settings
