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

of pasta in the morning hadn't come close to satisfying him. Still groggy, Magnus shuffled out to the balcony where the small induction cooker sat. He grabbed a packet of pasta from the fridge, then stared at the cooker like

do you even turn

a few minutes of trial

"So

now, he set a pot on the stove, filled it with cold water straight

a handful

"Wait... that's not

he dumped in the rest of

his life, Magnus had no idea he

that he needed to add

a gluey, starchy mess that stuck to the sides of the pot and clumped

different from what Denise

bite,

and bland it turned his stomach. Maybe he wasn't as ravenous as

dumped the rest into the trash. That was

glanced down at his clothes. They were filthy, stained, and

shrugged off his coat and shoved it

he jabbed at

machine whirred to life, and

minutes dragged on, his stomach started growling again. The few bites of pasta hadn't

out to