She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 577: That Position Belonged to Him

The pink apron, which was almost torn apart by two people, ended up being worn by Benson. It must be said that he had a delicate and handsome appearance, even wearing such a girlish apron didn't look ou of place.

His shoulder-length hair was tied up and hung down behind him.

Although he couldn't see, Benson was adept and skillful in the kitchen, handling everything with ease.

In comparison, the two people on his left and right stood like stiff mountains, staring at Benson's cooking figure with wide eyes.

After washing the tomatoes, he held one tomato in one hand and a small knife in the other.

After slicing the tomatoes, he reached into the bowl and felt for the egg, tapping it against the edge of the bowl.

Crack.

The egg cracked.

Kelvin and Gordon felt their hearts shatter as well.

Kelvin had just wanted to show off in front of Cheyenne, only to be overshadowed by someone who couldn't even cook.

How despicable!

In his ears, he could hear the sound of a casual and warm conversation, which irritated the hidden flames of jealousy in Kelvin, almost causing them to burst out. "Cheyenne, where's the oil?"

"It's on the second cupboard to your left. I'll get it for you."

"Okay, thanks, Cheyenne."

"No problem, Benson. What are you cooking? It smells so good; I'm already salivating just from the aroma."

"You little glutton. You can eat it soon. I'm making tomato and egg over noodles. If your fridge wasn't empty, I could have made a stir-fried dish for you."

Cheyenne smiled and nodded, her eyes narrowing like a crescent moon.

Even though she had to get up early for work at the hospital, there was one advantage-she didn't have to worry about meals.

Gordon stood behind Benson, arms crossed, looking at the blind man with newfound admiration.

Being able to live independently despite physical disabilities and learning to cook was already quite remarkable.

Looking at his hands again, fair and slender, they were truly as beautiful as carved jade.

Lawrence mentioned that her friend was

the tomatoes with his precious hands, he couldn't help but feel

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the scar on Benson's finger, Gordon's heart skipped a beat, unable to resist stealing a few more glances. Although the scar had become faint, almost indiscernible, it was a neat mark as if inflicted by a sharp

accidentally injured himself

was such a difficult task for

Sizzle.

the oil reached the right temperature, Benson immediately poured in the beaten eggs,

a deep breath, her cravings almost

held a wooden spatula and stirred the eggs in the frying pan, explaining the cooking process and techniques

pouring in the eggs, stir for about half a minute, then take it out. Add the tomatoes, which will take a bit longer, and stir-fry on high heat until they release their juice. Then add the

process, everyone else was

deep-set eyes, a glimmer of light flashed by

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he found she was standing by Benson's side, holding the bowl and waiting for

tall and one short, both slender, formed a beautiful

couldn't help but clench his fists, his lips forming a tight line, exposing his

position Benson stood in originally belonged to

bitter taste in his mouth, a

sitting alone in the living room, where faint laughter could be heard

quietly left now, perhaps Cheyenne

Cheyenne, it's

job, Benson! I'll get

Cheyenne praised Benson while

playfully counting her slender

but when she

three

she turned her

at the figure

of the

departing figure seemed vast and lonely, like an

"Kelvin."

"What's the matter?"

a step forward stopped in disbelief. He didn't turn around

sides of his pants, were sweaty with

Cheyenne furrowed her beautiful

and gave him

saying