Cillian had already placed all his belongings in his room by the time Lucy headed upstairs.

He turned to look at Lucy, who had just arrived. He said, "I'm done unpacking. Do you need help with your luggage?"

Cillian's concern warmed Lucy's heart. He was the person she knew best in this unfamiliar country, but she shook her head in rejection.

"It's fine. My things are pretty light. I can unpack them on my own. It'll just take a while."

Cillian smiled when Lucy rejected his offer. "Alright. Let me know how long you'll take. I'll plan the best time to prepare dinner."

Lucy looked at Cillian in surprise. She did not expect him to know how to cook, and a question popped into her mind.

"Prepare dinner? Where are you planning to make dinner?"

Cillian shook his head in exasperation. "I asked that lady where the kitchen was. All I need to do is go there to make dinner. Is there anything you'd like to have? Just let me know so I can make it for you in the future."

He could cook, and he was even caring enough to check with her on what her favorite

chicken, steak, seafood, beef jerky...

out to cover her mouth. "Alright. You can stop now. Let's just have ribs tonight. I'll also cook

had just offered to cook anything

eyes. He knew exactly what she was trying to say. "If I were

head in embarrassment. "That's not what

at her. In the end, her words

and decided to unpack her luggage. Turning, she ran up the

embarrassing to be stared at like that by Cillian. It was better not to continue looking at him

unpacking, Lucy got tired and went

could feel the sunlight upstairs as she

sleep no matter

doing? It felt like it had been a

sprung up from bed. She took out her phone and was hesitant. It should

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