Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back! ( Leanne Castillo ) novel Chapter 483

So, she started to loosen up.

Sometimes, she'd sit cross-legged; other times, she'd lie flat on her stomach; occasionally, one leg would be up on the couch while the upper half of her body sprawled across the carpet; and at times, she'd just start stretching into yoga poses while sitting.

Phillip's gaze would occasionally catch her in these odd shapes, always lingering for a few seconds before he silently looked away.

One night, deep into editing photos, her stomach rumbled with hunger. She thought of whipping up some food for a midnight snack, wandering the kitchen like a ghost, only to discover that Phillip didn't stock any of that stuff.

As she rummaged around, the lights flicked on, revealing Phillip in his navy pajamas, leaning against the wall, "What are you up to?"

"Just hungry, thought I'd make some pasta."

"Why not ask the maid?"

"It's too late; didn't want to bother her." It was supposed to be a simple task, but Tina hadn't anticipated the hurdles.

Rubbing her nose, she asked Phillip, "So, uh, how do you turn on the stove?"

After a brief silence, Phillip replied, "I'll do it."

He stepped into the kitchen, ignited the burner with ease, and Tina peeked over, trying to save face, "Wow, your stove even has a fingerprint scanner. Fancy."

Phillip set about boiling water and cooking the pasta, moving with a methodical grace while Tina waited at the dining table, distracted by her phone.

Fifteen minutes later, a plate of pasta was placed before her. Simple, but it looked good. Tina remarked, "Didn't know you could cook."

Phillip, drying his hands slowly, responded, "Try it and see."

Her hunger winning over patience, she took a bite too eagerly and immediately spat it out.

Phillip paused, "Too hot?"

"You really can't cook," Tina said, lifting her face, "They are undercooked."

No excuse from Phillip.