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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flushed with a crimson hue,

quickly removed his apron and joined

joined Freya and Ethel at the table. Freya, with a gentle smile, took the ladle

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

won't make the soup taste better," Ethel teased, her words

tear, his eyes still red but filled with

soup, savoring the warmth that filled him with comfort. He drank slowly, as though each drop carried with it

and Freya was finally willing to

It was a strange sensation, one she couldn't name-an odd pressure that

a subtle shift. "I

Hugh responded softly, his voice thick

but the

and the food began to cool, left forgotten as

sit and eat with Freya. He cherished this fleeting moment, as if it were a rare treasure, something he

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

If Hugh married Cheryl, then Edwin would legally become his

imprisoned, it would certainly

conversation that

Hugh finally placed his fork down, signaling

the cook off for the day, it seemed only

from the table. "You and Sheila go watch TV. I'll take care of this,"

determined, and she let

the secret between you and Dad that I don't know? Don't just brush me off with 'you're

tell you later," Freya responded, a faint smile curving her

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130 Handle Him However

together on the sofa-one engrossed in the

conversation yet to come.

returned, having finished

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

prison," Freya said bluntly, her word coming out like

he'll be sentenced

surprise, then both blurted out in

Wasn't this something Hugh

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

lift

"Anything else?"

"No."

Hugh