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

precious hands,

their hands are

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

upon further thought, perhaps he accidentally injured himself

all, cooking was such a

Sizzle.

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

closed her eyes and took a deep breath,

the cooking process and techniques with a calm

the tomatoes, which will take a bit longer, and stir-fry on high heat until they release their juice. Then add the previously

process, everyone else was learning with exceptional

of light flashed by swiftly. So, it was

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holding the bowl and

tall and one short, both

but clench his fists, his lips forming a tight line,

in

bitter taste in his

of the kitchen, sitting alone in

he quietly left

Cheyenne, it's

Benson! I'll get

Cheyenne praised Benson while

playfully counting her slender

when she noticed

were only three people in

turned her head

figure about todeave

entrance of the

lamplight, that departing figure seemed vast and lonely, like an

"Kelvin."

"What's the matter?"

who had already taken a step forward stopped in disbelief. He

sides of his

Cheyenne furrowed her beautiful

and gave

saying in