Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen) novel Chapter 864

"Hungry?" Jepherson sat down and looked at Raeleigh.

Raeleigh raised her head. "A little."

"What do you want to eat?" Jepherson did not know why her gaze was transfixed on him. He didn't want Raeleigh to feel uncomfortable when she was with him.

"I'm alright with anything." Raeleigh was not a picky eater and ate almost everything. She disliked only food that was overly oily but even then, she would not refuse it.

Jepherson leaned against the sofa and was wearing a gray attire. Raeleigh found that Jepherson seemed to like this kind of gray. Most of his clothes were of this color.

At least, it seemed to be from the few times that they have met so far.

"Raeleigh." Leaving the couch, Jepherson put his hands on his lap. Raeleigh raised her head to look at him but she did not agree. However, her attentive eyes showed that she was listening to him.

"When you are with me, you can say whatever you want and do whatever you want. You can treat it as if I am not in front of you." Jepherson hoped that he was not holding her in a circle of restrictions.

What he liked and cared about was the living person in front of him, instead of a statue with a good figure.

Raeleigh didn't answer. She stared at Jepherson for a while. "I'm hungry. When are we going to eat?"

Jepherson subconsciously paused for a moment. It seemed that it would be a little difficult for this permafrost to melt.

"Soon, I will go and prepare it, wait for me." Getting up, Jepherson went to take care of it himself. He took off the coat that he had just put on. He then went to the door, opened it, and went out for a while. He said something at the door, and soon returned to the guest room.

After entering the door, Jepherson began to get himself ready. He undid two buttons on the collar of her shirt and pulled his tucked in shirt out of his trousers. He unbuttoned his sleeves and rolled them up in circles. The movement of his arms switching back and forth was dazzling to Raeleigh's eyes. She did not know what she was going to do.

Not long after, there was a knock on the door.

Raeleigh looked at the door. Jepherson went to open the door. Stuart wheeled in some ingredients and some kitchen utensils through the door.

Raeleigh stood up. Jepherson pushed the two carts through the door simultaneously. Then, Stuart turned and left.

Closing the door, Jepherson took out an apron from the cart and hung it around his neck. He glanced at Raeleigh casually and said, "My mother is good at cooking. I don't know what you like. I'll prepare some for you."

Raeleigh fixed her eyes on the two carts. It was well-equipped with kitchen utensils and all kinds of raw ingredients. It was like a complete miniature kitchen set-up.

"You don't have to go through so much trouble. I can eat anything the hotel prepares." Raeleigh felt that it was unnecessary. Why all the fuss for one meal? Besides, it was already midday and she was really hungry.

She didn't know how Jepherson's cooking skills were. If they were passable, then it would be alright. Otherwise, if he lit the room on fire, then it would be such a hassle. Not only would her hunger not be satiated, if it was very serious, then he would have to pay a hefty compensation as well.

Although Jepherson was very rich, there was no need to joke about this kind of thing.

"If eating is troublesome, then what is not troublesome? There are three meals a day to be prepared and consumed. If that is regarded as troublesome, then we might as well go on a hunger strike," Jepherson said as he pushed the cart to one side. Raeleigh looked around and said, "There aren't any smoke vents in this room."

"How do you know that there isn't one? Did you design this building?" Jepherson felt it was funny. He then took out a chopping board from the cart, together with some carrots and apples. They were pre-washed and so could be used on the spot.

Jepherson found the knives in the middle of the cart. He looked at them for a while and then went into the bathroom to wash his hands before returning, to resume his food preparations.

The vegetables and fruits were cut and placed in a bowl and they were arranged into a fruit salad.