When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him (Cecilia and Nathaniel)

Chapter 1965 Cooking Pasta For The First Time

After reaching an agreement with Magnus, Denise got ready to leave for work.

"If you get hungry around noon, just cook some pasta. You know how to do that, right?"

Magnus nodded, a bit awkwardly. It's just pasta. Of course I do.

Denise figured it was a simple enough task, so she didn't press further. She slung her bag over her shoulder and added, "My part-time job usually provides dinner. I'll bring some back for you later."

"All right," Magnus said with a small nod.

She took a moment to explain the basics of the apartment, then her eyes drifted to his clothes. "The washing machine's in the bathroom. Toss your clothes in and give them a quick wash. With the weather the way it is, they should dry quickly after a spin. Please have them cleaned and on before I get home."

"Got it," Magnus agreed again, obligingly echoing every instruction.

Had Cecilia seen him at that moment, she would've been stunned by the change in him.

Denise left shortly after without leaving Magnus a spare key, just in case he turned out to be trouble.

Once she was gone, Magnus returned to the bed and lay down heavily.

His whole body ached. The exhaustion was bone-deep.

These past few days had been hell. He had been living worse than a stray animal, constantly on the run from debt collectors. Now, finally, he had a roof over his head. It felt almost unreal.

still throbbed, untreated and raw. But they

eyes and drifted into sleep. By the time noon rolled around, hunger tugged

out to the balcony where the small induction cooker sat. He grabbed a packet of pasta from the fridge,

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at the unfamiliar symbols. After a few minutes of trial and error, he finally

blinking. "So it was

stove, filled it with cold

in a

that's not going

dumped in the

life, Magnus

water first or that he needed to add

he ended up with was a gluey, starchy mess that stuck to the sides of the pot and clumped together like wet

awful. Why is it so different from what Denise made?" Magnus grimaced as

another bite, but the

Maybe he wasn't

With a sigh, he dumped the rest into the trash. That was when

down at his clothes. They were filthy,

his coat and shoved it into

he jabbed at the

and Magnus waited. It was

stomach started growling

of heading out to find a