When fate plays its hand (Miranda)

Chapter 0995

Chapter 0995

No one expected Mason, who was always in good health, to suddenly have a stroke. Madison now had no choice but to return to her hometown.

Sebastian knew that her avoiding him was just an unintended result of the situation. He couldn’t bring himself to push her too hard–if he did, she would probably end up crying again.

“Have you eaten yet?” he asked suddenly.

Madison froze for a moment. She was still trying to figure out how to explain things, but Sebastian changed the topic before she could answer.

“Not yet.” She shook her head. “I’ve been so busy…‘

Who would remember to eat at a time like this?

Sebastian sighed. “Is there anything in the fridge?”

“I’m not sure.”

He went straight to the fridge and opened it without hesitation. It was as if he owned the place. To his relief, it was well–stocked with vegetables and meat. Rolling up his sleeves, he walked into the kitchen, picked a suitable pan, and turned on the stove.

20 minutes later, a steaming plate of spaghetti topped with a rich meat sauce was placed in front of Madison. A golden, sunny–side–up egg rested on another plate, sprinkled with fresh green onions and a dash of sesame seeds.

Under her wide–eyed gaze, he handed her a fork. “Eat.”

“Oh!” Madison took her first bite, paused briefly, and then began eating faster. She finally spoke after finishing most of the plate in just a few bites. “Seb! This… this spaghetti is… oh my gosh… it’s too…”

words were muffled by the food

No one’s

the sauce. How did you make

complicated. If it weren’t for the sauce, he could’ve

down and smacked her lips.

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Chapter 0995

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Sebastian raised an eyebrow.

more? I’m

replied, “Yeah. Just

Madison ate

you learn to cook like this?” she

she meant was his cooking used to be a mushy mess with a flavor that didn’t

months ago,” Sebastian

“What?”

a cooking

“What!”

“Weren’t you the one

surprise and wondered if

already forgotten. “You’re the worst, you know

and now she was suddenly the

eating, he asked, “Do you

I’m good.” She

returning to the living room. Madison was scrolling through her phone and