Chapter 392 Sebastian is the Sexiest When Cooking
His long fingers gripped her shoulder, nearly crushing her shoulder blade. The pain was intense anxiety, complete longing, and extinguished hope.
In an instant, Scarlett's rationality was swallowed by his pained and disillusioned gaze. She really wanted to tell him, "I am Brooklyn, look, I'm back."
But she wasn't Brooklyn!
Scarlett was frustrated because she wasn't Brooklyn. She pried his fingers off one by one, "Sebastian, the dead can't come back to life. This is a truth known to all humanity. Why can't you accept it?"
Sebastian's eyes flickered in the dappled light, "Fate cannot be defied? I insist on going against it!"
Sebastian, overwhelmed by love and pain, was unreasonable. Scarlett decided not to argue with him about such a profound topic. "Mr. Kingsley, my arm is injured. Could you please let go? If it gets hurt again, you might not have food for the next half month."
Sebastian, after a brief loss of control and broken excitement, regained his astonishing rationality, and once again, there was a vast desolation.
He reluctantly let go of her shoulder, his sharp eyes searching her face for flaws. Unfortunately, this overly delicate face had none.
"How did your arm get injured?" He asked.
At this moment, he finally noticed the white bandage on Scarlett's upper arm. He couldn't see the wound, but the thickness and width of the bandage showed it was serious.
Scarlett pouted, "People make mistakes. Even those who handle scalpels can cut themselves."
Sebastian's face darkened. A scalpel might cut a finger, but the upper arm? Scarlett was lying without thinking.
"People make mistakes, but you shouldn't. I remember you said you were a wolf, and a deceitful one at that." Sebastian caressed her pale arm. Her slender arm couldn't even fill his grip, she was too thin.
Scarlett almost spat blood in anger, "Do you have to have such a good memory? If you do, remember my good points! You only remember the unimportant things."
Sebastian quickly recovered from his earlier lapse, once again the immaculate rich young master, "Good points? I don't remember you having any worth remembering. If you want me to remember, do more good deeds."
As for receiving roses, did he have to remember that too?
Scarlett couldn't be bothered with him.Sebastian, serious and arrogant, could make anyone sick after a while.
"Are you hungry?" Her topic shift was very sudden.
So Sebastian didn't respond immediately. He looked at her for a moment, "Are you hungry?"
His voice was unusually cold, but his attitude was decent. At least he knew she was injured,and he shouldn't be too harsh.
Scarlett shook her head, but just as she did, her stomach growled loudly. The room was too quiet, the space too vast, and the sound was very seductive.
She couldn't hide it, so she confessed, "As you heard, I'm hungry."
Sebastian furrowed his handsome brows, his deep, dark eyes looking at her hand, arm, and fingers, "So?"
Scarlett stood up from the chair, raised her chin, and looked up at Sebastian, who was a head taller than her, "I've been cooking for you for almost a month. Now my arm is injured. You should cook for me a few times, I'll make it up when my arm heals."
Let Sebastian cook?
Did Scarlett's courage grow?
However, ten minutes later, Sebastian really walked into the kitchen.
The reason was simple. They were in the countryside, far from any restaurant. It wasn't practical for Sebastian to drive her out to eat, and he didn't want to order food delivery.
The main reason was that Scarlett leaned against the door frame, smiling generously, "For this meal, you only need to handle the cooking. I'll guide you through the process. If you can't do it, it would be an insult to your intelligence."
Her provocation worked.
"So, Mr. Kingsley, do you want Averlake cuisine or Libertya cuisine?" Scarlett was now the commander, her tall and slender figure standing in the doorway, holding back laughter as she watched the tall and imposing Sebastian in the kitchen. His appearance, stature, and demeanor seemed out of place in the kitchen.
But somehow, Sebastian in the kitchen was also very alluring.
Sebastian didn't like cooking, nor did he like washing dishes. After some consideration, he said, "Libertya cuisine."
Scarlett nodded. She also liked Libertya cuisine. "Alright, I'll suggest a few dishes for you to choose from."
She gave him eight options. While waiting for his response, Sebastian asked, "How do you make Pot Roast?"
Scarlett was silent.
To be honest, she had never made this dish. It was said that it didn't look good , and mainly, she usually served Sebastian, who was a cleanliness freak, so she didn't dare make unattractive food.
Seeing her expression, Sebastian guessed she didn't know how to make it either, "Looks like you don't know."
Indeed, she didn't, "I don't, but I can provide you with the recipe. Hold on."
She brought over a printed recipe and opened it to a page, "Here, Pot Roast, there are necessary ingredients and method, very detailed."
But why did he want to make Pot Roast?
Pot Roast was nutritious and easy to digest. Was it because her arm was injured, and he wanted to nourish her body?
That couldn't be, right? Would someone like him be so kind?
Sebastian rummaged through the cupboard and found two pots. "How do you make rib soup?"
Scarlett was silent.
Bone broth helped wounds heal.
"How do you make fruit and vegetable juice?" He asked ahain.
Scarlett was still silent.
That also nourished the body.
Was she overthinking?
Seeing her dazed, Sebastian frowned, "What's wrong? Don't know how to make any of them?"
"Of course not. I can make everything except Pot Roast."
Sebastian rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt to his elbows, the golden cufflinks hidden in the fabric, faintly visible. His exposed forearms were well-defined, without a trace of excess fat, clean and slender.
"Since you know how to cook it, let's get started."
Sebastian didn't wear kitchen gloves. He directly used his hands that held pens, wrote checks, signed documents, and drove luxury cars to wash the pot.
Scarlett couldn't believe what she was seeing. She wanted Sebastian to cook, but she never dared to imagine that he would actually be so cooperative!
"First, prepare onions, carrots, celery, get them ready. Cut the celery into sections..." Scarlett directed Sebastian, very smoothly.
Sebastian, holding a kitchen knife, had never set foot in a kitchen before. Cooking was indeed a challenge for him.
Glancing at the picture, Sebastian deftly wielded the knife. Although the action was a bit intimidating, the celery he cut was uniformly one-inch long, with a precision down to the millimeter.
"The ribs need to be chopped into small pieces." Scarlett continued to instruct.
Then Sebastian laid a large piece of ribs flat on the cutting board and swung the knife.
Scarlett silently took a step back. Did Sebastian have a grudge against the vegetables? Every time he was so intimidating.
He chopped the bones into pieces, each one almost the same size. His skill was even better than a machine!
Scarlett gave a thumbs up. She didn't like to praise people, especially not the arrogant Sebastian, but his knife skills were impressive. "How did you do that?"
Sebastian appreciated her recognition, put down the knife, and placed the ingredients into the pressure cooker. "It's quite simple. Visually estimate the overall dimensions, roughly calculate the length and width, perform proportional division, and keep the blade upright when making the cuts to minimize errors."
Scarlett rubbed her forehead. Cutting vegetables even involved math and physics, really high-end. "Alright, now add the seasonings. The soup can simmer for now. Let's start on the Pot Roast."
Scarlett stood by, watching him cook, her gaze unconsciously drifting to his face.
His profile, the lines of his jaw and neck, were beautifully defined. When he stirred, the movement of his arms caused a slight sway in his upper body, making him appear even taller and more slender.
The noise from the exhaust hood didn't affect him at all, he stood apart from the kitchen fumes, independently standing under the spotlight.
His handsomeness wasn't just a superficial kind of good looks, it was an aura that radiates from within. He surpassed that of anyone she had ever met.
Sebastian reached for the seasoning and, glancing sideways, saw Scarlett's bright, glistening eyes. His heart stirred. With her by his side, with the steam from the simmering soup behind her, she suddenly seemed very real and close.
In this world, if love couldn't return to the simplicity of daily life, it couldn't last long.
At this moment, he suddenly felt that something subtle had changed between him and Scarlett.
"Lost in thought?" His deep, mellow voice cut through the steam of the food, pleasant and fragrant.
She couldn't help but laugh, "No wonder people say a man who can cook is very charming. Your fiancée is very lucky."
She blinked her long eyelashes, as if joking, or as if hiding something.
Sebastian finished making the fruit and vegetable juice and looked down at Scarlett's face. Perhaps because of the kitchen's warmth, her face was flushed, making her even more beautiful. "My fiancée can always be you."
Scarlett burst out laughing, perhaps afraid he would see through something, laughing heartily, "My fiancé can cook too, so forget it."
"Not every man who can cook is this handsome, Scarlett. Think carefully, you deserve the best."
Was he indirectly telling her that he was the best?
Although Sebastian was narcissistic and arrogant, he was quite honest.
She stopped talking, afraid of revealing emotions she didn't want him to see.
She had to admit, Sebastian was really impressive. His reaction time, comprehension, execution, and imagination were incredibly great.
Sometimes she didn't even need to prompt him. When she said the first half of a sentence and he automatically understood the second half, even optimizing the original method to improve the quality of the dish.
She was genuinely impressed.
These all seemed to be for nutritional supplementation, right?
There were Pot Roast, bone broth, chicken spinach salad, fruit and vegetable juice.
Sebastian washed his hands and sat at the dining table. "Obviously, these are all for nutritional supplementation. I just hope your injury heals quickly so you can continue cooking."
Shit!
It would have been better if he had only said the first half and kept the second half to himself.
"Thanks for your concern. I'll recover as soon as possible." Scarlett was very hungry. She picked up a fork and started eating. The vegetables were fragrant and not greasy, fresh and delicious. It was hard to believe this was his first time cooking.
"Mr. Kingsley, you really don't know how to cook?" ShE enjoyed the food, feeling very cheerful.
Sebastian's fork hovered over a dish. He struggled internally because he didn't like any of these nutritious dishes, especially spinach. "I didn't before. Also, I've told you, don't call me Mr. Kingsley, call me by my name."
Her intermittent irritability was about to flare up, "We're not that close."
Sebastian's chiseled face slowly broke into a dark, intense smile, "In your opinion, what kind of relationship would be considered intimate? Let me remind you. we've lived together, ridden in the same car, eaten at the same table, held hands, and kissed. Do we need to sleep in the same bed to meet your definition of intimacy?"
Scarlett never expected Sebastian to say that. A blush crossed her face, leaving her speechless. She racked her brain, "It isn't about actions and behaviors, but about being in sync."
"Are you and your fiancé in sync? I don't think so. Maybe your relationship isn't as close as ours. You don't need to hide it, nor do you need to explain."
She felt a sense of panic and unease from being seen through.
Sebastian forced himself to eat a piece of beef, "You can't deceive me, Scarlett. Love for someone can't be hidden, and neither can the lack of it."
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