Married a Secret Billionaire by Breaking Wave

Chris went for a 5k run before heading to Lena's apartment.

The three pizzas he had devoured were enormous. Despite his lengthy run, he still felt stuffed when he returned home.

Regret washed over him when he opened the door and caught a whiff of the food wafting from the kitchen.

"Welcome home?" Lena greeted him while bringing out the final dish, a steaming bowl of soup.

The spread on the table looked enticing, filled with his favorite dishes. The risotto was perfectly cooked, its grains glistening. With the seared steak on the side, it promised to be a delicious meal.

"Come and eat!"

He was taken aback but accepted the cutlery from her with a smile.

Chris had never seen Lena this skilled in the kitchen.

As he took his seat, Lena studied him carefully. Something seemed off today, but she couldn't quite pinpoint it.

Why wasn't he devouring the meal like he usually did when she cooked for him? Why was he so composed today?

urged,

"Uh... Haha, well..."

you grinning like

him with a judgmental look,

her gaze.

calmly.

"What is it?"

eyes. "If a man is reluctant to eat at home, he must

"Ahem!"

wasn't sure whether to laugh

Lena continued with all seriousness. "No matter how good the food is at home, it won't satisfy a man. Meanwhile, even the

"Pfft!"

leaning on the table and

was utterly oblivious to the implications of her words. She certainly had no idea that her colleague had been talking about men

could she compare his

couldn't stop laughing. He wanted to explain but didn't

finding him unusually odd

"Am I... wrong?