Chapter 442

Gilbert felt a tickle in his throat and nodded, “Hmmm.”

“Take another bite of this spaghetti.”

She lifted the fork to his lips again, “I added an extra egg to the dough. Open up…”

Gilbert, quite embarrassingly, opened his mouth.

“Tehe,” Sherilyn’s laughter deepened, her eyes sparkling, “Tasty?”

“Mhm.” Gilbert nodded, the texture was perfect–both firm and chewy. Delicious indeed.

He was curious, though. Had she really made this pasta herself? “How did you learn this?” Back in the day, at the Johnson family estate, she was the picture of refined luxury, her hands never soiled by work.

Sherilyn thought to herself that necessity had been the mother of invention during her years at Crestwood.

Yet, she smiled. “I learned a bit from my grandma when I was a girl.”

Gilbert praised, “Your grandma must have been quite something, raising you and teaching you all these skills.”

Taking the fork from her hand, he gestured towards her plate, “I’ll manage this. You should eat too before it gets cold.”

“Alright.”

For a moment, they ate in silence, each with their own thoughts.

yet his manners remained impeccable. The large

“Finished?” Sherilyn looked up.

his mouth with a napkin before leaning

“Did you

that was all

up something else…” She put down

Gilbert grabbed her wrist, “I’m fine, really. Keep

“Oh…”

back down, continuing with her

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feel the gaze of

atmosphere began to turn

hadn’t left when he asked, had shamelessly stayed, even made him

they were back to

again? And if he did,

“Sherilyn.”

nervously smiling. “Heh… I’m not

Really?

at her nearly empty

she was avoiding the inevitable. What

the window, his fingers rhythmically tapping on the table, “It’s getting late…” His

Was he hinting

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