Married in a Flash Embarking on the Journey to Wealth

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.

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

“Mom, I got it.”

I just remembered the past. Leslie likes the ravioli I make, but I’m not skilled at it and they tend to fall apart. Yet, he still finishes them all each time and worries that it might upset

as you might think. Don’t dislike him just because

seemed worried that Aurelia might consider leaving

she pushed the

won’t disturb your shopping anymore.” With that, Linda concluded

“Okay, bye.”

After having purchased some ingredients for ravioli dough,

she returned to her apartment, the place was

the groceries in the refrigerator. She then set aside some meat and vegetables to start making the ravioli

ravioli that could be stored for later consumption. They would only

used the remaining fillings to make around 20 smaller ones,

container in the fridge. After completing everything, she stretched

was almost 11:00

she decided to

you be

no response from

small ravioli on the kitchen counter. It was not the right time to cook them yet. Otherwise, they might clump

she sat on the couch and opened her laptop. The name “Ian” Florence had mentioned suddenly came to mind. Out of curiosity,

deeper, Aurelia found herself increasingly intrigued and interested in this name. There were a few articles about