Chapter 224 Can He Handle It?
Myron Curtis was on his way home when he texted Luann Weaver.
Myron: [The bakery is still open, want something to eat?]
Luann Weaver responded immediately.
Luann: [Mmm, yeah, I’m a bit hungry, you?]
At first, Myron wasn't hungry, but her mention of food had stirred his appetite.
Myron: [Should I pick up something on the way back?]
Luann: [No need, I’ll whip something up.]
Myron: [Okay.]
As Myron walked through the door, he was greeted by the tantalizing aroma of beef noodles.
"Smells amazing."
Luann emerged from the kitchen with an apron tied around her waist and greeted him with a warm smile.
"Just in time, the noodles have just come off the stove. Come eat."
"Great."
They sat across from each other, and Myron picked up his fork and began to eat eagerly.
Luann's noodles were a culinary delight compared to his own abysmal cooking skills.
He quickly finished a bowl and felt an urge he couldn’t ignore...
He could definitely go for another.
"Still hungry?" Luann asked, pushing her bowl toward him. "I’ve got cake so that you can have the rest of the noodles."
Myron coughed lightly, "No, that’ll leave you hungry."
"I'm already full."
Myron felt a twinge of guilt since he was about to take food right out of his wife's mouth.
"Eat up before the noodles get sticky."
Not one to refuse a second time, Myron continued eating.
Luann nibbled on her cake, watching him with a smile.
"If you like my cooking that much, I could make dinner for you every day."
Myron paused, then firmly declined.
"No need."
He didn't want Luann to deal with the cold water, the sharp knives, or the heavy pots.
It pained him to think of it.
Luann's hands shouldn't have to do anything. She should just be a do-no-housework princess every day.
Myron looked at her seriously.
"I'll learn."
Cooking was something he felt he could take on.
Sure, his skills were not gourmet yet, but at least the food was edible now.
And the disasters were getting fewer and farther between.
One day, he would master the flavors that Luann loved.
Luann rested her chin in her hand, her eyes curving with amusement.
"Okay."
After they finished eating, Luann eyed the dirty dishes, contemplating washing them instead of leaving them for the maid the next day.
Myron saw her intent and promptly volunteered.
"I'll do it."
Luann looked at him skeptically.
"Can you handle it?"
Myron Curtis had cooked before, but he had never washed dishes.
He looked at her with a meaningful gaze. "You should know whether I can handle it or not, right, Luann?"
Luann Weaver's cheeks flushed red as she coughed. "Let's get on with the washing. It's getting late, and we need to get some rest."
"Alright."
"Fill the sink, add some dish soap to the dishcloth, then run the water to create some suds before you start washing," Luann instructed.
Myron followed her instructions one by one.
When the water was ready, he was about to begin washing the dishes.
"Wait."
Luann reached over and gently rolled up his sleeves for him.
"There we go."
Myron started washing the dishes patiently and carefully, spending a long time on each one.
Luann watched him for a while and then said, "I'm going to go take a shower."
"Okay."
She had just reached the stairs when she heard the sound of breaking dishes from the kitchen.
"I really shouldn't have let him do the dishes..."
Shaking her head in resignation, Luann went to draw a bath, hoping to soak away her fatigue.
The door opened gently.
Myron Curtis, having finished the dishes, entered the room.
"Do you want to join me?" he asked.
Luann's face turned red again.
"Sure."
...
Morning arrived, and Eddy woke up feeling more discomfort than he had ever felt from being drunk before.
His head throbbed as if it was splitting open.
He touched the back of his head and winced. "The aftereffects of that drink are too strong. It really hurts..."
Bang!
Holly Weiss kicked the door open.
"Come out and eat."
Eddy was surprised. "How did I get here?"
Hadn't he been at the bar the entire time?
Fragments of memory began to piece together in his mind, and last night's events replayed.
"Holly Weiss, did you actually throw something at me?"
And knocked him out cold?
After all, he had taken care of her when she was sick. Why was he being treated this way now?
"What do you think?" Holly stood with her arms crossed, leaning against the wall.
"Be grateful I didn't throw you out to sleep on the streets; that's already generous."
"Are you going to eat or not?"
"If not, I'll give it to Holden."
Eddy asked, "Who's Holden?"
"The stray dog from around the corner."
Eddy felt insulted. "I feel like you're mocking me."
Downstairs, Eddy sat at the table and ate his lunch leisurely.
Suddenly, his phone rang with an unfamiliar number.
It was Ann White calling.
"Mr. Eddy, can we find a place to talk?" she asked.
Eddy frowned. "Didn't we already clear everything up yesterday?"
Ann White paused for a moment, "There are some things I want to tell you."
"Just say it over the phone," Eddy said, clearly impatient.
Ann hesitated a second before continuing, "I know you're at Miss Holly's place. I'm right outside the door."
Surprised, Eddy quickly got up and opened the door, finding Ann indeed standing there.
Holly Weiss was cradling a bowl, leisurely sipping soup noodles.
With a beseeching look on her gentle face, and a hint of grievance, Ann asked, "May I come in?"
Holly raised an eyebrow, "If I say no, would you stay out?"
Ann lowered her gaze and sighed, "Miss Holly, I know I came over abruptly yesterday, and it was wrong of me. I said too many harsh things to you."
"I don't mean any harm by coming here today. I just want to clear up things that have been weighing on my mind for many years."
"This issue has been a thorn in my side for a long time."
"After what happened yesterday, it's clear to me that you and Mr. Eddy really are close..."
Holly took a sip of her noodle soup.
What clarity is she talking about?
Her relationship with Eddy was anything but close!
"I just hope that you'll give me some dignity and let me explain everything... including my feelings for Mr. Eddy."
"Miss Holly, is that okay?"
Holly looked at Ann, who seemed on the verge of tears and was annoyed.
By all accounts, this attractive and gentle woman should have been likable.
But Holly couldn't help feeling that Ann was putting on an act.
"Just speak up. Why are you crying? You make it look like I'm bullying you," Holly retorted.
"Besides, why ask me? This is between you and Eddy. It's none of my business."
Ann shifted her gaze to Eddy.
Eddy couldn't bear seeing a woman so upset and in tears. In the past, he might have agreed to whatever she was suggesting. But now...
"Ann, don't you think that expressing your feelings for me now is a bother for Holly and me?"
"Even though I don't know exactly what happened to make you so... um, infatuated."
"But I'm saying, why don't we pretend this never happened?"
