- Novel-Eng
- Romance
- CEO & Rich
- Billionaire
- Marriage & Family
- Love
- Sweet Love
- Revenge
- Werewolf
- Family
- Marriage
- Drama
- Alpha
- Action
- Adult
- Adventure
- Comedy
- Drama
- Ecchi
- Fantasy
- Gender Bender
- Harem
- Historical
- Horror
- Josei
- Game
- Martial Arts
- Mature
- Mecha
- Mystery
- Psychological
- Romance
- School Life
- Sci-fi
- Seinen
- Shoujo
- Shounen Ai
- Shounen
- Slice of Life
- Smut
- Sports
- Supernatural
- Tragedy
- Wuxia
- Xianxia
- Xuanhuan
- Yaoi
- Military
- Two-dimensional
- Urban Life
- Yuri
Chapter: 143
Karen approached Tyrone to lend a hand with the shopping bags he was carrying. Initially,
she had assumed he had purchased fast food.
However, upon opening the bags, she discovered that they contained a variety of food
ingredients neatly packed in plastic bags.
In addition, there were also various cooking utensils, including knives, bowls, and a
selection of seasonings.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“Sir, why did you buy these?”
“Sabrina requested a meal prepared by me.”
Tyrone began unwrapping the seasonings, knife in hand. “Sir, I insist. Let me handle this.
You can rest and chat with Mrs. Blakely.
“I can cook.”
“But. Okay.” Karen cleared a workspace for him.
Deftly, Tyrone chopped up the ingredients, and in no time, a salad was prepared.
Presenting the bowl to Sabrina, he announced, “It’s finished. Give it a taste.”
Taking the bowl, Karen offered, “Allow me to assist you, Mrs. Blakely.”
She was pleasantly surprised that Tyrone had a knack for salad-making.
He must possess some culinary talent.
“T can manage. Just set it down and hand me a spoon.”
Sabrina tried to take a bite.
“How does it taste?” Tyrone’s gaze was hopeful, a longing he wasn’t fully aware of.
“Yes, it’s delicious.” Sabrina gave Tyrone a smile, but her blurred vision obscured the
delight reflected in his eyes.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“I’m pleased you enjoy it.”
“I didn’t see this cooking talent coming, sir. You did remarkably well for your first time.
With more practice, you could become an impressive chef,” Karen expressed her thoughts.
Sabrina merely smiled, choosing to stay silent.
Tyrone, too, remained quiet.
Following Sabrina’s meal, Karen busied herself with cleaning up.
It was past nine. Perhaps due to her injury, Sabrina was feeling exhausted and wished to
rest.
“Sir, you may head home. I can stay with Mrs. Blakely. You can pay her a visit tomorrow.”