True Love Waits

Chapter 1192 I Can Marry You

"What a coincidence. I'm almost never here. I come home about every six months or so to visit." Gifford walked towards the kitchen, trying to find something to eat. Chantel followed. "Oh, I see. Sounds like you're really busy."

"Yeah, but I'm used to it! Where are Mom and Dad?" Gifford opened the fridge and started piling food on the counter, taking out everything he thought he could eat.

"They thought you weren't coming back today, so they went to bed early." She stared at the ever-growing pile of food on the counter. "You must be hungry." Chantel curiously looked at the man who was eagerly devouring a steamed bun.

He didn't say anything for a moment, working on swallowing what he was eating. "Sorry. Haven't eaten anything since noon."

"Hey, don't dig into the leftovers. I can cook, you know. What do you want? I'll make it for you."

Gifford was surprised. This girl was much nicer than Rika. He asked in disbelief, "You can cook?" She already told him that, but apparently he wasn't paying that much attention. How would she have taken care of her grandfather otherwise?

Erica was two years older than Chantel but was still very childish. She couldn't even hold a pan steadily. Fortunately, she married Matthew. She was his problem now.

Most girls in the Li family weren't particularly adept with stove or pan. Yvette only knew how to boil eggs, and almost nothing else. Gifford was a little worried for Yvette. She was going to marry into the You family. He wondered if her inability to cook would hurt her chances of domestic bliss.

But as spoiled as Rika was, her marriage to Matthew seemed pretty solid. If she got on his nerves, Matthew never let that show.

Thinking of this, Gifford had to admit that Erica was really lucky to marry into the Huo family.

"Yes, I can cook. What do you want to eat?" Chantel asked again.

Gifford shook his head. "I'm not picky. Fix whatever you want. You make it, I'll eat it." After all, it was almost midnight. He didn't want to keep her up half the night cooking for him. "Okay."

So Chantel turned on burners and started to prep a basic meal. Gifford had nothing to do, so he watched her.

People always assumed that kids who grew up in the countryside learned how to take care of their family. Now it looked like that was true.

Chantel was good at everything from washing vegetables to cooking. Meanwhile, Gifford made small talk. "Did you cook at home a lot?"

"Oh yeah. My grandpa would feed the chickens and cattle, and I'd have to fix the meals."

do you

And Ethan's so cute!" Chantel wondered about Ethan, like who his mom was. She guessed it had

she stopped

"That's cool."

cooked meal. She'd fixed a large bowl of braised noodles with tomato

smile, "Eat it while it's

noodles with his chopsticks, blew on them, and put them into his mouth. He chewed them quickly and nodded. "Mmm! This is amazing! Much better

and sat next to

Chantel suddenly said, "I heard that your mom's eager to

up on blind dates so many times that it was almost getting trite. "Yeah, she's like that," he admitted. Frankly, he was lucky enough she didn't force him to go. That way, if he

asked, resting her chin on

"Yes."

have your eye

busy

her hands and lowered her voice. "What do

the egg in his

surefire plan to make sure your mom won't send you on blind dates anymore. Look, I don't have a boyfriend. There's no one I'm crushing on. If you want, I can marry you

it took him awhile to recover. By the time he was done, his chest and throat were sore. He thought

care of them." Chantel meant

around. Blair and Wesley were like

be good to them. To be

young, after all, so she hadn't considered all the angles. She thought they could get married

conversation after eating the bowl of noodles, he would definitely stick with leftovers. "I'm sorry, Chantel. I'm 12 years older than you. I'm not right for you. You're really

how to advance and retreat. She suppressed the disappointment in her heart and said, "It's okay. It's just a thought. If you don't want

Gifford. He looked at her and sighed, "You're so sweet. Not like

very nice?" Chantel asked in confusion. They kept saying it all the

stay away from her, if I were you. Wait. Maybe not, because you're a girl. She'd probably try to

help laughing. "I really want to meet her!" She

home, or comes here to visit my parents during the Spring Festival. Anyway, she'll be back."

everyone was still asleep,