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 it

like who his mom was. She guessed

finally, she

"That's cool."

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

noodles to the table and told Gifford with a smile, "Eat it while it's hot! Sorry if it doesn't taste good, but that's what we

into his mouth. He chewed them

him rave about the food, she smiled and

almost finished his meal, Chantel suddenly said, "I heard that your mom's eager

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 him. It was not like they

you really single?" Chantel asked, resting her chin on

"Yes."

you have your eye

too busy to think

down her hands and lowered her voice. "What do you think

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

dates anymore. Look, I don't have

began coughing uncontrollably, and it took him awhile to recover. By the time he was

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

stick around. Blair and Wesley were like the parents she never had. She

to be good to

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

Chantel. I'm 12 years older than you. I'm not right for you. You're really just like a

knew 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 to,

Gifford. He looked at her and sighed,

nice?" Chantel asked in confusion. They kept saying

her, if I were you. Wait. Maybe not, because you're a girl. She'd probably try to get on your

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

Either she runs away from home, or comes here to

still asleep, Gifford left the Li