Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 764

He slipped into an apron lying on the kitchen counter and got started with the meal prep.

When it came time to marinate the meat, he realized he was out of cooking wine.

After a brief moment of thought, he decided to stick to something simple.

Primo was known for his efficiency.

When Christine opened the door to find him there, she was taken aback, "You looking for Dailey?"

Primo handed over a container of rice, "The young master asked me to bring this over."

Christine, puzzled, took it without a word of thanks before Primo vanished as quickly as he had appeared.

With moves like that, had he been guarding the top floor that night, she and Dailey wouldn't have woken up to find the person next to them had changed. Even if surveillance footage could be wiped, there was no escaping Primo.

"Daydreaming?"

Dailey, having received a message from Primo, came out to check.

He found her still standing at the door, lost in thought, the door wide open.

He walked over to close it and took the container from her hands.

Christine snapped back to reality and asked, "What's this?"

Dailey showed her, "Rice."

did Christine realize she didn't have a pot, "Why

help but laugh, shaking his head with a hint of resignation, "Ms. Jackson, didn't you notice you don't

the kitchen, rummaging through cabinets only to find, indeed, she

leaned against the doorframe, amusement in his

head, "Must've slipped my mind when

not a big deal. Dinner will be

and she took the chance

seemed much more sophisticated than anything she

minutes later, dinner

had already uncorked a bottle of wine

dish was brought to

clicked her tongue in.

Phot

"I could

swet

too, you

broth base, add water, and throw in whatever vegetables

"Why didn't you then?"

apron and sat

"I was going to, but I thought to start with

for tonight. If you want some, I can have someone

need to bother, these tomato and egg scramble and the steamed veggies look great. Let

gestured with his hand, clearly saying:

bite and her eyes lit