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

cute!" Chantel wondered about Ethan, like who his mom was. She guessed it

finally, she stopped

"That's cool."

was filled with the delicious odors of a freshly cooked meal. She'd fixed a large bowl of braised noodles with tomato and

the noodles to the table and told Gifford with a smile, "Eat it

a few 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 than anything my sisters ever made. I guess

him rave about the food, she smiled and sat next

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

didn't force him

asked, resting her

"Yes."

have your

He was too busy to

and lowered her voice. "What

on the uptake. He swallowed the egg in his mouth and asked,

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

awhile to recover. By the time he was done,

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

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

to be good to them. To be a good

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

"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. Better than my other

in her heart and said, "It's okay. It's just a thought. If

her and sighed,

it she's not very nice?" Chantel asked in confusion. They kept saying

you. Wait. Maybe

want to meet her!" She

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

morning, when everyone was still asleep, Gifford left the Li