She put some vegetables on his plate.
Julien's heart melted into a puddle.
At first, he guessed that she had suddenly made so many dishes to celebrate something.
For example, it was worth celebrating that they got the parts back.
And he had intended to suggest opening a bottle of wine.
Then she told him that the feast had been prepared just to make up for him.
In her view, he had left his job to accompany her and delayed his work. She felt regretful about it and cooked so many dishes to treat him.
This feast was prepared just for him.
How could he not be touched? To express his gratitude, he itched to carry the woman back to the room for a passionate kiss.
But they hadn't eaten yet, so he could only shelve that thought.
Eating came first, and health mattered.
"I don't need to try it to know it's delicious." Julien chuckled, looking across the table at her.
Sydney rolled her eyes. "Sweet talker."
"Although I didn't taste it, I just know. I always have confidence in your cooking skills, just as you believe in my skill." Julien picked up the fork and knife.
It wasn't that he deliberately said these sweet words to please her. What he said was the truth.
Although she hadn't studied cooking systematically, her skill had been honed by the picky Velma in those years.
She was now a good cook.
"Come on, eat up!" Sydney rolled her eyes but smiled sweetly.
In his mind, her cooking skills guaranteed delicious food.
It naturally delighted her.
Sydney picked up the spoon and got another bowl of soup for Julien. "You should drink more of this soup. It's specially made for you. You're usually much busier than me and must be more tired health-wise. This soup will invigorate your body."
"Good." Julien took the bowl, his face full of tenderness. "What about you? You should also have some."
"I don't need to. I..."
"I insist." Julien pursed his lips, speaking seriously. "Since it's good stuff, you should have some too. It can't just be me who benefits."
He put down his bowl and got her one too.
Now that he presented it to her, she had to have it.
Sydney took it with amusement. "Alright."
"That's right." Julien lifted his chin, picked up the spoon, and took a sip of the soup.
It really tasted good.
"By the way," Sydney put down her spoon and looked at him as something occurred to her, "Dallin has returned the parts. Did you find him and persuade him?"
Hearing the question, Julien put down his spoon and raised his head. "Yes."
He readily admitted it.
Sydney bit her lip. "As I guessed. Except for you, no one could make it. But how did you know it was him who intercepted the parts? I didn't tell you. Did you plant moles in my company again?"
"Again?" Julien narrowed his eyes. "Who told you I had planted spies in Skylight Corporation? Or is that your own suspicion?"
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