The CEO's Amazing Ex-Wife Is Back! by H. Dally

Chapter 150

Thalassa immediately morphed her laughter into coughs, grabbing a glass of water from the table to cover it up.

“Are you okay?” Kris asked.

“Yes. I just had something in my throat,” she replied, waving him off as she set the glass back down.

Kris fought the urge to smile, not fooled in the slightest. What he had heard was definitely a laugh, and the fact that she tried to disguise it as a cough confirmed that it had something to do with him. His heart swelled with hope.

“So, shall we begin?” he asked, taking the seat to her right and pulling the lid off his own plate. “Oh, and in case you’re wondering how a one–armed man managed to cook this very sumptuous food, I did have help from one of your security guys. He helped move things and chopped the pork cheeks for me, but I swear the actual cooking was all me.”

“I didn’t ask,” Thalassa said tersely. She was still annoyed at herself for laughing.

Despite her irritation, her mouth watered as the aroma of the carbonara hit her senses. But she couldn’t let him know how eager she was to taste it.

Picking up her fork, she poked at the food for several moments, pretending she wasn’t interested. But she couldn’t resist for long.

Finally, she took a forkful and shoved it into her mouth. The combination of pasta, eggs, pepper, and cheese exploded on her tongue. She clamped her mouth shut, trying to suppress a moan. It tasted almost exactly like her own version of the dish–the one Kris had always tried to recreate.

“So? What do you think?” Kris asked, watching her expectantly. He hadn’t taken a bite yet because he was waiting for her judgment.

Thalassa said flatly, but the fact that she wasn’t spitting it out was enough

my first time making it in four

realizing he was referring to the time before they got married. Not bothering to reply, she shoveled another

hated it. God, I used to burn toast half the time, let alone make a decent

of you. You made me love cooking. But after we divorced, I couldn’t even attempt this dish because it always reminded me of

tightened around her fork. “I’m not sure why you’re telling me this,” she said

want you to know that even when we were apart, I never stopped thinking about you. I never stopped loving

mess with her emotions again, but she

him.

lane, do you remember our first and only anniversary? I prepared a special dinner for us–for you. I

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our marriage had survived

throat tight. “Thalassa,

her voice devoid of emotion. “You didn’t bother to answer my calls either. I sat there like an idiot, waiting for you. Your mother, your siblings, even your aunt–everyone knew you weren’t coming. They passed by

have no idea how much I wish I could change that.

day, do you remember what you said when I asked you why? You looked me