Selena blinked a couple of times, trying to make sure she wasn't seeing things.

"Everett, is my pasta... okay?" she asked, a bit unsure.

The warmth from the pasta had eased Everett's stomach ache, lifting his spirits considerably. "It's good," he remarked.

First, Selena thought her eyes were playing tricks on her, and now she began to doubt her ears.

You know what they say: the way to a man's heart is through his stomach.

For three long years, she had poured her heart into figuring out what tickled Everett's taste buds. Yet, no matter how hard she tried, his response was always a flat "average," except for that one time when he said her food was "okay."

That really put a dent in her confidence. But then again, considering Everett was a man who had been pampered with gourmet dishes by top chefs all his life, it was only natural for him to be a bit of a food snob. So, she would just kept on trying. That was until one day when she dropped by his office to bring him lunch and saw that Margot had also sent a lovingly prepared meal. Everett hadn't even taken a bite when he told Margot over the phone. "Everything you send is delicious." Selena stood at the door and had felt like a total fool.

It wasn't that her cooking was off; it was that she wasn't the one he cared for. No matter how perfect her dishes were, he'd never appreciate them.

From that day forward, she stopped cooking for him, believing he didn't deserve her efforts. So, when she made the pasta, she didn't even bother with any seasoning.

What did he say? "It's good?"

with self-doubt. Was she

took a mouthful of the pasta, and immediately scrunched up her

cooked was a hundred, a thousand times better than this thrown-together

I say it's alright?" Everett really couldn't wrap his head around her. She wasn't pleased when he criticized her cooking, and now she wasn't happy when

just want to

you, Mr.

eyes locked onto his

get a wink of sleep without

to investigate. Although she called him

pasta was alright? Maybe he was just starving after a long day,

thoughts flickered

dive deeper, he casually answered, "I spent ten thousand bucks on this pasta; it has

in Selena's eyes faded immediately. There she went again,

Everett find it delicious just because

free, which he

sarcasm,

about?" Everett hadn't caught her words and glanced at her

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