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

sleep. By the time noon rolled

hadn't come close to satisfying him. Still groggy, Magnus shuffled out to the balcony where the small induction cooker sat.

you even turn this thing

a few

he said, blinking. "So

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

tossed in a

paused. "Wait... that's not going to be

he dumped in the rest of

cooked a meal in his life, Magnus had no idea

he needed

mess that stuck to the sides of the pot and clumped together like wet dough. It barely had any flavor beyond bland,

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

bite, but the

bland it turned his stomach. Maybe he wasn't as ravenous as the day before,

it. With a sigh, he dumped the rest into the trash. That was when he remembered Denise had

clothes. They were

off his coat and shoved it

jabbed at the

whirred to life, and Magnus waited. It was

stomach started growling

heading out to find a quick