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."

her eyes shone brightly. This man was such a treasure! He could cook, and he was even caring enough

roast chicken,

just have ribs tonight. I'll also cook some potatoes and

blinked innocently. She was sure he had just offered to

look in her eyes. He knew exactly what she was trying to say. "If I were to make everything on your list, that'd be a

her head in embarrassment. "That's

stared at her. In the end, her

to unpack her luggage. Turning, she ran up the

was better not

Lucy got tired and went to lie in

feel the sunlight upstairs as she was enveloped by the

to get some sleep, but Lucy could not sleep no matter how hard she tried. She perked up instead and began to miss

It felt like it had

from bed. She took out her phone and was hesitant. It should be fine to call Matthew at this time, right? Cillian had helped her register a new number when she

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