Chapter 39

“Mom.” Aurelia hesitantly interrupted Linda’s praise and shifted the conversation. “Apart from disliking pasta, does Mr. Snyder have any other food preferences?”

The silence stretched for more than ten seconds after Linda heard her question. Aurelia assumed it was a signal issue.

“Mom? Mom? Can you hear me?”

“Leslie told you that he dislikes pasta? Did he… Personally mention it to you?” Linda sounded startled.

“Yes. Mom, is there something wrong?” Aurelia was puzzled.

“When Leslie was young, there was a school project where kids had to make carbonara for their parents. Coincidentally, it was his father’s birthday.”

“Leslie tried his best to make carbonara for his father, but it ended with him being scolded and hearing hurtful words.

“He doesn’t hate the taste of pasta. It’s certain implications associated with it that he despises. Since then, he never eats pasta.”

Linda’s tone turned melancholic as she recounted the event.

Aurelia stood amidst the vast array of shelves as her gaze lost its luster. She couldn’t fathom the disappointment that Leslie had felt in his childhood.

had not shown any signs of disdain. Perhaps, it was to save

“Mom, I got it.”

but I’m not skilled at it and they tend to fall apart. Yet, he still finishes them all each time

isn’t as difficult as

Aurelia might consider

said as she pushed the cart toward another

anymore.”

“Okay, bye.”

ended the call. After having purchased some ingredients for ravioli

she returned to her apartment, the place was pitch black. Leslie had not

the refrigerator. She then set aside some meat and vegetables to start

make extra ravioli that could

She then used the remaining

a storage container in the fridge.

it was almost

then she decided to send Leslie a

you

there was no

It was not the right time to cook them yet. Otherwise, they

“Ian” Florence

this name.

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