novelxo Chapter 1110 Learning to Cook
No point dwelling on it now; she had to take it one step at a time.
Sadie put down the will and noticed a black card next to it-Edmond's money.
She had taken some out for the factory investment, leaving over fifty million dollars in Celestria Bank.
But she didn't need the money now; she wasn't short on cash.
Still, it was something Edmond left her, so she should take it.
Sadie carefully placed her most treasured items, including her contract with Micah, in the box with Edmond's belongings. The contract was a symbol of their budding love, a keepsake.
After packing, Sadie lay down to rest. She was exhausted from everything that had happened but had been too tense to relax.
Now, back home, in her familiar room and narrow bed, she felt warmth and drifted off to sleep.
Micah finished preparing lunch, the aroma of roasted chicken, baked salmon and steamed vegetables filling the air. He scrubbed his hands, the scent of soap mingling with the kitchen smells. He walked toward Sadie's room to call her for lunch. He knocked lightly, twice, but got no answer. He hesitated, then pushed the door open a crack. Sadie was asleep, sprawled out on the bed, her face relaxed, free of tension. For a moment, she looked like the Sadie he first met, with a gentle smile and soft laugh.
Micah walked in quietly, gently draping a blanket over her. He sat on the edge of the bed, his gaze fixed on her, emotions swirling within him. He couldn't resist reaching out, his fingers tracing the smooth curve of her cheek. Sadie stirred awake. Her eyes, wide and startled, met his, and she instinctively pushed his hand away, a cold wall between them.
"I was just covering you with a blanket," Micah explained softly.
"You've done that. Now you can leave," Sadie's words were sharp.
"Lunch is ready," Micah changed the subject.
"I'm not hungry. You guys eat," Sadie mumbled flatly, turning away and pretending to sleep.
Micah felt helpless. He knew she was pushing him away but couldn't bear to see her like this. He stood up to leave, but then the door burst open, and their kids rushed in. "Daddy, Mommy, it's time to eat! We're all hungry!" they shouted excitedly.
"Shh, your mom needs to sleep," Micah whispered, trying to maintain order.
"Mom, have something to eat before you go to sleep," Nathan ran up to the bed, trying to pull Sadie up. "You barely ate breakfast. You can't starve yourself."
"Yeah, Daddy made lots of delicious food. Come and try it," Mia chimed in, eyes wide and pleading.
The kids' voices, full of love, finally broke through Sadie's wall. Unable to resist, she sighed and followed them to the dining room.
Seeing the table full of food, Sadie was surprised and turned to Micah, "Did you make all this?"
"Who else could it be?" Micah rolled his eyes and called the kids to wash their hands.
The kids went to wash their hands.
Sadie looked at the food in disbelief and reached for a chicken wing. Micah suddenly said, "Go wash your hands!"
Sadie glared at him but went to wash her hands.
"Hurry up, we're drooling already," the kids urged, impatient to eat.
Sadie quickly returned when Micah had set the utensils and said, "We're skipping grace today."
The kids politely greeted before starting to eat.
Sadie was about to grab a chicken wing when Micah placed one on her plate. Then he served the kids.
Sadie glanced at him and silently ate the chicken wing. After finishing one, she remarked, "It tastes pretty good."
"Just pretty good?" Micah cocked an eyebrow and served her a portion of salmon, "Try this."
Sadie took a bite, wanting to praise him but pretended to be indifferent. "It's okay."
"Just okay?" Micah frowned.
"Delicious, really delicious, super delicious," Nathan praised without hesitation.
"Yeah, I think it's really good, too," Mia excitedly complimented, "Daddy, when did you learn to make these dishes? You used to only make oatmeal."