Chapter 193 The First Time Seeing Her Cook
Even though Evelyn hadn't shown up, she knew everything going on at the hotel.
"Evelyn, Edward and Gilbert are here to see you. What do you think?" William asked, pressing his Bluetooth earpiece and lowering his voice.
Edward and Gilbert stood straight, clearly tense.
"See me? For what, a discount?" Evelyn replied.
"Evelyn, they won't leave without seeing you. I can't just call security," William said, feeling stuck.
"Ask them what they want," Evelyn's voice was cold.
"Evelyn wants to know what you need," William asked, sounding annoyed.
"I'd like to invite Ms. Taylor for a meal to say thanks," Gilbert said, adjusting his glasses. "I mailed the signed record to my mom. She loved it and asked me to invite Ms. Taylor for a meal, or she'd feel uneasy." He shot a cold glance at Edward.
'Evelyn's kind-hearted. She won't refuse. Even if she doesn't have feelings for me for now, I'm better than Edward, who hurt her,' Gilbert thought.
William turned to Edward, who simply said, "Business matter."
Gilbert's brows furrowed.
After a pause, Evelyn told William, "Bring Edward to see me."
Both Gilbert and William were shocked.
Edward's lips pressed into a line, but he couldn't hide his slight joy. "William, lead the way," he said.
William turned around angrily, eyes red. "Let's go!"
Watching Edward leave, Gilbert's chest filled with hatred, his veins nearly bursting.
In the underground parking lot, Curtis saw Gilbert return alone and knew things hadn't gone well. He respectfully welcomed him into the car.
Gilbert sat in the back seat, eyes closed but jaw clenched in anger. Evelyn had called Edward away. He felt humiliated, as if Evelyn had slapped him in front of his rival.
"Mr. Alexander, where to?" Curtis asked cautiously.
"Did I tell you to speak?" Gilbert's cold voice cut through the air.
Curtis quickly lowered his head, sweating.
After a while, Gilbert opened his eyes, fingers cracking as he clenched them. "Find out the relationship between Eric's sister and Edward."
"Does Eric have a sister?" Curtis asked cautiously.
A sharp glint flashed through Gilbert's glasses.
"I'll check right away!" Curtis said, terrified.
Gilbert closed his eyes again. "Drive to the Rose Club."
The Rose Club was a private club he opened in Mugden five years ago under Curtis's name. The woman managing it was his secret contact, helping him build connections. But this time, she might have another use.
Thinking of this, Gilbert pushed his glasses up, a dark smile curling at his lips.
William led Edward to the hotel kitchen entrance. Edward adjusted his tie, glancing at the reflective metal surface on the wall to check his appearance.
He'd never been this nervous, not even when he got military honors or chaired his first meeting as CEO.
"Evelyn wants you to go in," William said, stepping aside like Edward had the plague.
"Thanks."
William sneered. "Don't thank me. It's Evelyn being kind. If it were up to me, I'd beat you out with a stick."
With that, William opened the kitchen door and walked away.
Edward exhaled and walked in.
The KS WORLD hotel's pastry kitchen was spotless.
It was so quiet he could hear his own breathing and heartbeat.
Turning a corner, he saw a slender figure at the workbench. The large workbench made her look even more delicate.
Evelyn took his breath away again.
She wore a white chef's uniform, her hair under a chef's hat, and a clear mask over her mouth and nose as she focused on making desserts.
She was so engrossed she didn't notice him.
Edward's eyes misted over, recalling May's words:
"The desserts you eat aren't bought or made by a chef; they're made by Mrs. Wellington herself! Even the chef says her skills are better than his! You enjoy those desserts without knowing how much effort Mrs. Wellington puts in. She spends all day in the kitchen, working until she's sore and tired, without a single complaint."
Edward's heart rippled with emotion.
This was the first time he'd seen Evelyn cooking. He thought, 'For the past three years, over a thousand days, this is how she spent her time. The food she poured all her love into, I never appreciated. I'm truly a bastard, destroying so much of her tenderness.'
Finally, Evelyn looked at the fifth piece of brownie in her hand, sighed in relief, and wiped her forehead with her sleeve.
Suddenly, there was a crisp sound.
Evelyn froze, looking up.
She gasped, eyes widening, and screamed, "Edward! You!"
Edward calmly met her gaze, his lips moving.
There were four pieces of brownies on the plate, but now only three were left
"Who told you to eat that?! Spit it out!" Evelyn's cheeks flushed with anger, and she wanted to punch him.
But Edward ignored her, taking another slow bite.
"Bastard! You don't deserve my desserts! Stop it!"
Evelyn's eyes reddened with anger, and she lunged to grab the half-eaten brownie.
Edward's eyes narrowed, and he stuffed the rest into his mouth in a panic.
"Edward! You're despicable!"
Evelyn roared, on the verge of exploding.
But the kitchen floor was still wet. She slipped, losing her balance, and fell against Edward's chest.
Edward's back hit the workbench hard, causing him pain, but he was more concerned about her. He opened his arms and held Evelyn's waist firmly.
His fingers tightened slightly as her breathing became erratic.
Suddenly, they stood there, like a still frame from a painting.
Through the mask, Evelyn's soft, red lips landed perfectly on Edward's.
Edward was silent, and Evelyn too.
Edward squinted, his long lashes fluttering, trying to control himself, but the fire in his heart only grew stronger.
