Chapter 201 He Wanted to Pamper Her
Xavier pulled out the food he brought.
"You brought me food?" Grace was about to order takeout.
"Just something random." Xavier had the chef at the Bameran villa whip up some sick-friendly food, which turned out to be oatmeal.
While setting out the other food, Xavier accidentally knocked over the oatmeal, spilling it everywhere.Xavier stared at it for a while.
"I'll get another one sent over," Xavier said, reaching for his phone.
"No need. Oatmeal's easy; I can make it myself," Grace said, getting up.
Seeing her pale face, Xavier gently pushed her back down. "You sit, I'll handle it."
Xavier headed to the kitchen and quickly made some oatmeal. Then he noticed a chunk of beef in the fridge and decided to slice it up.
Grace watched, surprised at his cooking skills. His smooth moves didn't match the image she had of him.
She wondered, 'How many people in the world have had the privilege of tasting a meal cooked by Xavier?'
When Xavier turned around, he saw Grace at the door, watching him.
"What are you looking at?" he asked.
Grace shook her head. "Nothing, just didn't expect you to be so good at cooking."
"You think I'm useless and need others to do everything for me?" Xavier shot back.
Grace shook her head more. "No, I'm just curious about your cooking skills."
"Curious, huh?"
Grace nodded.
"Trust me," Xavier said calmly.
He gently guided her out of the kitchen, insisting she relax on the sofa.
As he closed the kitchen door, Grace wondered what he was up to. Was he going to show off his cooking skills because of her comment?
There was already a lot of takeout on the table that she hadn't touched yet, and it looked delicious.
Instead of sitting on the sofa, Grace went to her room and checked her phone, seeing Xavier had called her several times.
She hadn't planned to tell anyone about her cold, thinking it would pass in a few days.
She was used to being sick without anyone caring since she was a kid.
But today, seeing Xavier, her heart trembled a bit. It felt like someone finally cared.
Xavier shouldn't be too kind, or she might get lost in his tenderness.
With limited ingredients in Grace's fridge, Xavier made some simple dishes suitable for a sick person.
He rarely cooked, but that didn't mean he couldn't.
Growing up, Xavier learned to cook early. Before returning to the Montgomery family, his mom was always working, and he often cooked and waited for her to come home.
In recent years, work kept him busy, and eating was just to keep going, not something to enjoy, let alone cook.
It had been a long time since he last cooked. Three years, or five?
Grace watched through the glass, fascinated by Xavier's smooth cooking skills. The aroma drifting through the door hinted that the food might actually be good.
Soon, Xavier came out with the finished meal, ready to show off his creation.
He set aside the food from the Bameran villa and served the oatmeal to Grace. "Try it."
Grace noticed Xavier's beautiful, long fingers as he placed the bowl in front of her. She couldn't help but stare until he pulled his hand away.
"Thanks, Xavier."
Grace took a tentative sip of the oatmeal, puzzled by the lack of flavor. Her illness had dulled her taste buds, so all she could sense was the soft texture, which seemed quite fragrant.
"How is it?" Xavier asked, looking for feedback.
If she said it wasn't good, would he get so mad she'd never see the sun again?
Grace nodded. "It's pretty good."
She tried the other dishes. They looked great but tasted just okay. Something was missing, but she couldn't pinpoint what.
When one door opens, another closes. Good thing Xavier went into finance instead of becoming a chef.
It wasn't his cooking skills; it had to be her sense of taste!
Grace ate slowly, and seeing her eat so heartily made Xavier hungry too.
"I'll try some," he said, reaching for utensils.
"No!" Grace grabbed his hand. If he tasted his own cooking, he might realize it wasn't that great.
"Didn't you make this for me? It's just for me."
It was his kind gesture, and she didn't want to ruin it.
Feeling the warmth from her hand, Xavier's heart pounded. She wouldn't even let him eat his own food; did sick Grace have such a strong sense of possession?
Looking into her excited eyes, Xavier couldn't say anything critical.
He thought if Grace ever acted coquettishly, he'd be a goner.
Just like now, Xavier felt an overwhelming urge to pamper her.
Grace held his wrist, and they locked eyes.
Her gaze was full of affection, though she didn't realize it. She felt weak and grateful to Xavier, not knowing how endearing she looked.
Just then, the doorbell rang, breaking the moment.
Grace quickly let go. "It might be Angela, I'll get it."
Xavier pressed her shoulder. "Sit down, I'll go."
"But you..." Before she could finish, Xavier was already at the door.
He opened it to see Omari's warm smile.
"Grace, I heard you were sick, so I came to—"
Before Omari could finish, Xavier slammed the door shut, leaving Omari outside.
Grace asked, puzzled, "Who was it?"
Xavier replied coldly, "An insurance salesman."
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