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.

pasta earlier, he had not shown any signs of

“Mom, I got it.”

Leslie likes the ravioli I make, but I’m not skilled at it and they tend to fall apart. Yet, he still

isn’t as difficult as

seemed worried that Aurelia might consider leaving Leslie because of his distant

don’t worry,” Aurelia said as she pushed the cart toward another

your shopping anymore.” With that, Linda concluded their

“Okay, bye.”

having purchased some ingredients for ravioli dough,

apartment, the place was pitch black. Leslie

aside some meat and vegetables to start

Leslie’s frequent overtime, Aurelia decided to make extra ravioli that could be stored for later consumption. They would

to wrap over 80 ravioli. She then used the remaining fillings to

a storage container in the fridge. After completing everything, she stretched her body and checked

was almost

hesitated for a moment, then she decided to send Leslie

will you

no

glanced at the small ravioli on the kitchen counter. It was not the right time to cook them yet. Otherwise, they might clump together and turn into a

couch and opened her laptop. The name “Ian” Florence had mentioned suddenly came to mind. Out of curiosity, Aurelia began searching for

in this name. There were a few articles about him overseas but not