Chapter 147 Dining in the Small Attic
Natalie asked twice without hearing a response, lifted her eyes, and saw Adrian in a suit standing at the kitchen door.
The kitchen in Natalie's house was very small, with only a refrigerator, a gas stove, a small table, and a few shelves.
"Adrian, why haven't you left?"
Adrian looked around. "Do you live here?"
Natalie pursed her lips. "Haven't you been here before?"
There were only two bedrooms here, one for her and Rosalie.
And another one for Stanley and Ryan.
After they had passed away, she and Rosalie started sleeping separately, with Rosalie in the other room.
The attic was small and dimly lit, but it was where Natalie grew up, bringing her joy and warmth.
Adrian glanced at Natalie, who was cooking spaghetti, and said, "Make an extra bowl of spaghetti."
Natalie widened her eyes, took a spoon, walked out, and looked at Adrian, who was already sitting on the sofa in the living room. His suit starkly contrasted with the simple furniture.
She even suspected that the price of Adrian's suit could probably buy this small attic of hers.
"Are you eating here? Adrian, are you kidding me?"
Natalie whispered, but she still went back to the kitchen to make an extra portion of spaghetti.
Natalie was skilled at cooking pasta. She learned to cook in elementary school and could make spaghetti or sandwiches. Natalie fried eggs, mixed them with tomatoes, and turned on the stove.
When Natalie came out of the kitchen, Adrian was looking at a painting hanging on the wall.
"This painting was done by Osborn Cullen. Mr. Cullen loved painting when he was alive, and my dad used to drive him around." Stanley was even Osborn's adopted son. After Osborn passed away, he intended to give Rosalie a share of the Cullen Corporation, but Rosalie refused.
Natalie also didn't understand why Rosalie declined.
Stanley and Ryan died because of the Cullen family.
When Natalie was young, she heard the Cullen family's servants discussing the car accident involving Stanley and Ryan.
But Rosalie always insisted it was an accident, just an accident.
Eventually, Rosalie's mental state deteriorated.
Every time Natalie asked, Rosalie would slap her.
After that, Natalie dared not to ask anymore.
But this incident always lingered in Natalie's heart.
A burnt smell wafted through the air, and Natalie exclaimed, "Oh my goodness, the food in the pot is burnt!"
She hurried back to the kitchen, turned off the heat, and salvaged the tomato and egg stir-fry in the pot.
Adrian entered Natalie's bedroom.
Natalie's bedroom was simple, with a bed, a wardrobe, a table, a bookshelf, and a few pots of flowers by the window.
Although it looked plain, it was tidy and well-kept.
There were some certificates on the wall.
These were probably the honors Natalie had received from childhood to adulthood.
Adrian walked over and suddenly noticed a red woven pendant hanging on the wall.
Adrian frowned.
He reached out and took it. The weaving technique seemed beyond what an ordinary person could do.
It reminded Adrian of a similar sight he had seen in the ruins during an earthquake when he was young.
Natalie prepared the spaghetti and placed it on the coffee table in the living room. Since there were no chairs in the living room, she and Rosalie used to eat at the coffee table.
"Mr. Howard, the spaghetti is ready."
Adrian came out and smelled the aroma of the spaghetti. There were two bowls of tomato and egg spaghetti on the coffee table, with a strong fragrance. Adrian hadn't eaten much that evening, but now he found himself feeling a bit hungry.
Natalie's spaghetti was delicious. The tomatoes and eggs had a slightly burnt taste, but it didn't affect the overall flavor.
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