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."

you like

wondered about Ethan, like who his mom was. She guessed it had to

she

"That's cool."

a freshly cooked meal. She'd fixed a large

it while it's hot! Sorry

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

and sat next to him, watching him gobble down

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

set Gifford 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 went on one of her blind dates or not, it was up to

single?" Chantel asked, resting her chin

"Yes."

you have

too busy to

lowered her voice. "What

the egg in his mouth and asked, "What do you

have a boyfriend. There's no one I'm crushing on. If you

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

you and take good care of them." Chantel meant it. She'd thought about this for a long

Wesley were like the parents she never had. She didn't know

she could also promise to be good to them.

after all, so she hadn't considered all the angles. She thought

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 just like a sister to me.

knew how to advance and retreat. She suppressed the disappointment in her heart and said, "It's okay. It's just a thought. If

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

nice?" Chantel asked in confusion. They kept

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

"I really want to meet her!" She

be by sooner or later. Either she runs away from home, or comes here to

the next morning, when everyone was still asleep,