Chapter 22: He Can Actually Cook
So it was just a nightmare. He missed his mother.
No one knew much about her, only that she died soon after James was born. The boy had never known a mother’s love. Of course he would long for it.
Wendy’s heart ached. She lifted him gently, soothing him like she once did with Michael–only Michael had turned into a viper that bit her back.
Looking at James’s sweet, fragile face, her eyes brimmed with tenderness. From the moment she met him, she knew he was a thoughtful, mature child, far beyond his years.
Who says only spoiled children deserve candy? In her eyes, James was the one most worthy of love.
Outside, footsteps halted.
Bathed in the glow of a warm lamp, Wendy’s profile radiated gentleness, almost luminous.
Harry’s lips curved faintly. He didn’t enter, simply waited at the door.
When she emerged, he spoke softly, startling her.
“Doctor Ulrich, thank you for your hard work.”
She turned, meeting his smiling gaze. This man always appeared out of nowhere.
“No need to thank me. I’m only doing my duty.”
“Treating patients is a doctor’s duty. But comforting a child–that’s a mother’s. Just now, were you Doctor Ulrich, or James’s mother?”
His eyes burned into her, hot enough to scorch.
Wendy avoided his gaze, murmuring,
“We’ll be married sooner or later. In my heart, James is already my son.”
His dark eyes deepened, laughter and tenderness mingling.
“Then I must ask you to guide me well, Doctor Ulrich.”
Wendy smiled faintly, flustered by his knack for drawing the words she never intended to say.
Just then, her stomach growled.
Harry chuckled.
“James has guards and nurses here. For now he’ll be fine. May I have the honor of buying you dinner?”
She hesitated, remembering how their last meal was cut short. Yet his invitation was gracious. She nodded.
Half an hour later, he drove her to his private residence.
“We’re not going to a restaurant?” she asked nervously at the door.
His lips lifted.
“Rather than dining out, why not let me cook for you myself? That would better show my sincerity.”
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“You… can cook?”
Heir to Miami’s empire, used to being served, now claiming he’d cook? Unthinkable.
Her ex–husband had never once lifted a hand in the kitchen. He had only ever dumped chores on her shoulders.
The contrast was staggering.
Smiling, Harry tied on an apron and stepped into the kitchen.
Wendy poured herself water and leaned against the doorframe, watching. His knife skills were steady, his movements practiced.
With his tall frame and the soft light of home, the once cold and untouchable man now radiated warmth.
A man who commanded the world outside, yet cooked and cared at home.
A real partner.
Her choice had not been wrong.
Ding!
Her phone buzzed.
She glanced down, then beamed.
“My interview with the Miami hospital passed!”
Harry turned, eyes glinting.
“Congratulations, Doctor Ulrich.”
Wendy flushed, realizing she had blurted her joy to him first. She slipped away in embarrassment.
Behind her, his smile deepened.
Later, she wandered down the hall. The walls were lined with childish drawings.
James’s work?
Though naïve in style, they brimmed with talent. With guidance, he could be a great artist one day.
So different from Michael, spoiled and arrogant.
Just then, the aroma of food filled the air.
Her phone rang. An unfamiliar number.
“Hello?”
Wendy! You dare sneak around with Harry?! No wonder you haven’t been home! You’ve seduced him, haven’t you?!
Steven’s voice thundered down the line, venomous.
Wendy’s face stayed cool.
So in his eyes, she had always been this shameless, poisonous woman. Why bother explaining?
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But–how did he know she was with Harry?
Of course. Queenie.
“Isn’t Steven even filthier? You preach about family, yet you cheated first. Since you betrayed me, why should it matter if I’m with another man?”
“You-!”
He choked, rage boiling.
“Don’t you dare talk back! I warn you–if you’re not home by midnight tonight, then never come back. Even if you die out there, no one will bury you!”
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