She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 130

Chapter 130 Handle Him However You Need To

Hugh had never been one to grace the kitchen with his presence. It wasn't a place he sought out; in fact, he often kept his distance, preferring to let a cook handle the preparations. The kitchen had always seemed more like an unfamiliar territory, a place where he didn't belong

But now, here he was, standing over a stove, actually cooking.

"When you got back to Jeucwell, Dad started experimenting with recipes all by himself," Ethel remarked, an amused grin dancing on her face. “He burned through a lot of ingredients before he finally nailed today's

recipes."

Freya, for her part, wasn't picky about food. As long as it was edible and safe, she was content.

Yet, Hugh always went above and beyond to impress her. He believed she deserved nothing less than the best, even if it meant stepping far outside his comfort zone.

"Come on, try my cooking," Ethel urged, coaxing Freya closer as she offered a piece of succulent pork bathed in a savory sauce. "These are my specialties. What do you think?"

"It's delicious," Freya responded with a contented smile, her senses delighting in the rich yet delicate flavor. “It's well-seasoned and fragrant.”

Ethel beamed, her face lighting up with pure joy.

In that instant, Hugh appeared from the kitchen, holding a bowl of soup, still wearing his apron.

His face brightened when he saw Freya and, with eager steps, he made his way toward her, proudly holding the bowl aloft. "Mina, you're back," he said warmly, his smile wide and filled with relief.

"Yes," Freya replied, her face softening at the sight of him.

Hugh glanced at the table. "Let's eat."

"Alright," Freya responded, settling into her seat.

Ethel joined her, taking her place at the table, but Hugh remained standing. There was a gleam in his eyes, a quiet joy in simply seeing Freya at the table with him.

Freya noticed his stillness and asked, "Isn't it hot?"

"Huh?" Hugh blinked in surprise.

It was only then that he realized how hot the soup was, its steam rising in a lazy swirl. With a hiss, he hastily placed it down, clearly embarrassed.

Ethel burst into laughter, teasing him. "Dad, you're hilarious!"

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with a crimson

his apron and joined Freya

with a gentle smile, took the ladle and served

swelled in his chest. His eyes. shimmered with emotion, a single tear slipping free, betraying him

soup taste better," Ethel teased, her words light- hearted and

chuckled, wiping away the tear, his eyes still red but

a spoon and began sipping the soup, savoring the warmth that filled him with comfort. He drank slowly, as though each drop carried with

years had passed, and Freya was finally willing to share a

her. It was a strange sensation, one she

her voice taking on a subtle shift. "I need

his voice

continued, but the atmosphere

slowed, and the food began to cool, left forgotten as they lingered at

simple. He wasn't sure when he'd get another chance to sit and eat with Freya. He cherished

however, her thoughts were occupied with how to approach the subject

If Hugh married Cheryl, then Edwin would legally become

were imprisoned, it would certainly affect both Cheryl and

a conversation

was half-past eight when Hugh finally placed his fork down, signaling the

With the cook off for the

move, Hugh rose, taking the dishes from the table. "You and Sheila go watch TV. I'll take

and she let him have his

with curiosity as she glanced at Freya. "Mina, what's the secret between you and Dad that I don't know? Don't just brush me

Freya responded, a faint smile curving her

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the sofa-one engrossed

conversation yet to come.

later, Hugh returned, having finished cleaning

sofa and turned to Freya, his voice gentle. "What

Edwin Newman to prison," Freya said bluntly, her word coming

he'll be sentenced

of surprise, then both blurted

Wasn't this

however you need to," Hugh reassured her, his voice steady, "Don't let

weight lift from

"Anything else?"

"No."

okay," Hugh