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

Chantel wondered about Ethan, like who his mom was. She guessed it had to be Erica or Yvette. But when she tried to confirm these guesses with Blair, she shut the young girl

she stopped

"That's cool."

odors of a freshly cooked meal. She'd fixed a

"Eat it while it's hot! Sorry if it doesn't taste good, but that's

into his mouth. He chewed them quickly and nodded. "Mmm! This is amazing! Much better than

she smiled and sat next to him, watching him gobble down the

said, "I heard that your mom's eager

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

asked, resting

"Yes."

have your

was too busy

her voice. "What do you think of

slow on the uptake. He swallowed the egg in his mouth

don't have a boyfriend. There's no one I'm crushing on. If you want, I can marry you and your mom won't bug

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

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

she wanted to stick around. Blair and Wesley were like the parents she never

to be good to them. To be

hadn't considered all the angles. She thought they could get married as

noodles, he would definitely stick with leftovers. "I'm sorry, Chantel. I'm 12 years older than you. I'm not right

heart and said, "It's okay. It's

at her and sighed, "You're so

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

were you. Wait. Maybe not, because you're a girl. She'd

couldn't help laughing. "I really want to meet

sooner or later. Either she runs away from home, or comes here to visit my parents during the Spring Festival.

morning, when everyone was still asleep,