Chapter 572 Edward Cooks
It took an hour, but finally, a few decent dishes were on the table.
Edward could handle simple dishes, but when it came to more complicated recipes, he was clearly out of his depth.
This was all done under Evelyn's constant supervision and guidance. If it had been up to him alone, he might have been cooking until midnight.
After finishing, Edward was drenched in sweat, his white shirt soaked through.
Evelyn felt a pang of sympathy as she grabbed a napkin to wipe his forehead, pouting slightly, "My dad is such a pain. We have so many chefs at home, and Joyce is a culinary expert. He has access to all kinds of delicious food, but he insists on staying to make things difficult for you!"
"Evelyn, you haven't seen Mr. Taylor in a long time, and you did say you wanted him to try my cooking," Edward said, not minding the trouble. In fact, he enjoyed the warm moments spent cooking with Evelyn.
Evelyn felt a bit guilty for her earlier words, which had caused Edward so much trouble. Her face turned red. "I was just venting! Couldn't he tell?"
"It's okay, Evelyn."
Edward wrapped his arm around her waist, gently comforting her, "I've always wanted to do something for Mr. Taylor, even if it's just a simple meal."
"Are you trying to win him over?"
Evelyn pressed close to him, their noses almost touching. "I advise you not to bother. He's a tough nut to crack. No matter how nice you are to him, he might still give you the cold shoulder. And you don't need to do this for us to be together, regardless of his approval."
"Ahem!"
Charlie cleared his throat loudly, interrupting their private conversation.
Evelyn thought to herself: This old man really knows how to ruin the mood!
"Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Wellington. I thought you were going to make me breakfast," Charlie said with a sarcastic smile as he elegantly took a seat.
Edward remained silent.
"You chose to stay for dinner yourself. No one forced you."
Evelyn immediately retorted, her eyes narrowing slightly. "You should know that Edward has never cooked for anyone else but me. So just enjoy the meal and keep your comments to yourself."
Charlie was left speechless.
Edward smiled wryly. He thought: Like father, like daughter. Their mannerisms and tone are exactly the same.
Charlie sat up straight, picked up his knife and fork, and began to eat.
Edward was extremely nervous, holding his breath as he waited for Charlie to taste his cooking.
"Too much olive oil, huh?"
"Too much salt, too."
"This dish is overcooked, no presentation at all. A failure!"
Charlie critiqued as he took big bites of the food.
Edward had expected some criticism, but not this harsh. He could only smile bitterly.
But regardless, the fact that Evelyn's father stayed for dinner was something Edward never dared to hope for.
Evelyn couldn't hold back any longer and burst out, "Enough! If you can eat it, eat it. If not, leave! Edward worked hard on this. Even if you don't appreciate it, you shouldn't say such things! Besides, if it's so bad, why are you eating so much? Are you punishing yourself?"
"I came straight here after getting off the plane without even changing my clothes. I haven't sipped water! Finally, I get some food, and this kid cooks so slowly! I'm starving!"
"Do you think I want to eat this? His cooking is practically inedible!" Charlie said, stuffing another big forkful of salad into his mouth and chewing forcefully.
Evelyn, who had been very angry, couldn't help but laugh at his words.
Seeing Evelyn laugh, Charlie's lips also curled up involuntarily.
Edward and Hubert were pleased to see the father and daughter getting along. The atmosphere at the table, initially tense and heavy, now had a touch of familial warmth and ease.
Unexpectedly, the meal ended on a peaceful note.
The father and daughter seemed to have a mutual understanding, avoiding topics that would upset each other.
"Wow! You guys started eating without me! That's not cool!"
Peter, tired of wandering outside and hungry, ran to the table and sat down. "Evelyn, you made all these great dishes and didn't call me?"
Charlie and Evelyn looked at him and said in unison, "Oops, we forgot about you."
...
After dinner, Charlie prepared to leave.
Evelyn stood on the steps to see Charlie and Hubert off, while Edward walked them to the car.
Before getting in, Charlie stopped and looked at Edward with a stern face, "Don't get cocky. I stayed tonight because I missed Evelyn and wanted to spend more time with her. I haven't accepted you, nor have I forgiven you."
Edward's tone was humble, but his voice was hoarse and bitter, "I know I'm not good enough, so I never expected your forgiveness. I just hope you'll give me a chance to be good to Evelyn. For her, I'd risk my life."
Charlie's eyes turned cold, and he raised an eyebrow, "Edward, how you act in front of Evelyn is your business, but there's no need to put on this act of deep affection in front of me. I'm a hard-hearted person, except for my family. Even if you were willing to die for my daughter, I'd still hate you and disapprove of your relationship. In the end, all your efforts will be in vain, and you'll regret it."
"I only regret one thing in my life."
Edward's eyes reddened, and his lips trembled, "Not realizing my feelings from the start and not cherishing Evelyn. Even if we can't be together in the end, I'll always protect her until my last breath."
Charlie stared at him for a long time, said nothing, and got into the car.
It wasn't until the Taylor family's convoy drove away that Edward turned back to Evelyn.
"What did my dad say to you?" Evelyn asked, linking her arm with his.
"Mr. Taylor told you to go to bed early, eat on time, and not overwork yourself. He said your health isn't as good as you think, so don't push yourself too hard."
Edward lowered his head and kissed her cheek tenderly, "And he also said not to eat ice cream during your period."
"The first two sentences might be from my dad, but the last one is definitely your addition, right?" Evelyn squinted at him, seeing through his little trick.
"You caught me."
Edward smiled helplessly, "So listen to me this once, okay?"
"Alright, alright... What did he really say to you? Hmph, it couldn't have been anything good!" Evelyn pressed on.
Edward's eyelashes fluttered, and he smiled calmly, "No matter what he said, you're still by my side, aren't you? Mr. Taylor didn't take you away, and that's enough for me."
On the way back, Hubert didn't dare to speak to Charlie.
The atmosphere in the car was a bit oppressive, but he felt it wasn't because of Edward.
After a long silence, Charlie suddenly said, "Actually, that kid's cooking was edible."
Hubert was a bit surprised but smiled calmly, "Mostly because Ms. Taylor guided him well."
"He does have patience. If it were me, I couldn't stand a woman nagging in my ear all the time. It would drive me crazy," Charlie said.
"Madam used to be talkative and cheerful, always chatting with you, and you never seemed impatient."
Hubert accidentally mentioned Charlie's late wife, Evelyn's mother, and immediately stopped, fearing it would touch a sore spot.
Charlie's sharp eyes clouded with sadness, his throat tightened, and his hands on his knees clenched into fists.
After a long silence, he said hoarsely, "Hubert, I miss Emily."
Hubert opened his mouth but didn't know how to comfort him.
"Everything else is fine. But when Evelyn said I never knew what her mother wanted, it really broke my heart."
Charlie slowly closed his eyes, his eyelashes appearing a bit wet under the light, "In this world, who else but me understands her?"
"Mr. Taylor, Ms. Taylor is still young. She didn't experience many things from the past and doesn't know the situation."
Hubert sighed, "If she ever learns about everything regarding Madam, she will understand your intentions one day."
After seeing Charlie off, Ellen took Molly upstairs to rest, while Evelyn, Edward, and Peter sat in the living room to discuss important matters.
"Evelyn, I swear, I wasn't the one who snitched!" Peter raised three fingers in a pledge.
"I know, the Taylor family kids wouldn't do such a thing. Even Aaron, who has the most hostility towards Edward, wouldn't use my dad to pressure us in such a despicable way." Evelyn's eyes were firm, unconditionally trusting her family.
"You've all been staying here these days. If my dad had any news, he would have come earlier. It means someone else snitched, someone who can't stand to see you doing well!"
Peter rubbed his chin, puzzled, "Who could it be?"
"It must be Gilbert."
Evelyn said without much thought, "I've been bored these past few days, so Edward took me out for a walk. Mugden is full of Gilbert's spies. It's likely his people spotted us and reported to my dad to boost his image."
Suspecting Gilbert had become second nature to her. His name was synonymous with trouble in her mind.
"Damn, Gilbert is such a jerk, so low!" Peter shook his head in disdain.
"It doesn't matter. If he wants to use these underhanded tactics, let him. They won't work on Edward and me anyway," Evelyn said, looking up at Edward.
Edward's eyes were gentle as he kissed her lips, oblivious to anyone else.
Evelyn never had to ask for a kiss; he was always very proactive.
"Sigh... Let's get to business quickly. I still need to get back to the station," Peter said, turning his head away, looking like he couldn't stand it.
Back to business, Edward opened the file Peter had brought, and he and Evelyn read it closely together.
"Tiffany's case will be going to trial soon. This is the information I've compiled, including some details that might come up in court. Take a look and see if there's anything to add."
Peter's expression turned serious, "We only have one shot at this. We must seize it and not give the Wellington Group or Tiffany any chance to turn things around!"
Edward's eyes were sharp as he tightly gripped the documents, feeling the weight of the few sheets of paper.
Finally, the day of hope was near.
"Peter, thank you."
Evelyn squeezed Edward's hand, looking gratefully at Peter, "But regarding Tiffany's case, your help ends here. Bringing us this information is already against the rules, and it's enough. From now on, Edward and I will handle it. You don't need to worry anymore."
Peter thought for a moment and nodded, "Good luck."
"We will," Edward replied earnestly.
It was getting late, and Peter insisted they didn't need to see him off. He got up and walked to the door.
Just as he was about to open it, someone pushed it open from the outside.
A man appeared, it was Eric, who had rushed back.
Seeing Peter, he paused.
What's going on? Why is this guy in his house?
Peter, however, remained calm, "Excuse me."
Eric's casual attitude inexplicably annoyed Eric.
So he raised an eyebrow, looking at him with a hint of hostility, "Well, if it isn't Simon from TV?"
"I'm Simon from TV, and who are you?"
Peter tilted his head, not losing an ounce of his momentum, "Eric, the food guard?"
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