Twisted Ties of Love novel Chapter 472

At that moment, Secretary Hansen, who was currently acting as Izabella's agent, was more distressed than anyone else upon hearing the news.

"Ms. Salotti, should we issue a statement?"

After reading the news, Izabella simply placed her phone down and took a sip of her herbal tea. "Not yet. Let them finish their performance. We shouldn't miss out on the drama."

Understanding her intent, Secretary Hansen nodded. "I got it."

"Have you prepared what I requested?" Izabella asked casually.

"Yes, I’m all set."

"Good. Now, we wait."

After Secretary Hansen left, Izabella picked up her phone and sent a message to Casey.

"Come over to my place tonight; I'll cook.."

Upon receiving the message, Izabella smiled and started packing up for an early evening at home.

Her new mansion had finally been decorated, and she had moved in three days ago. Her luggage was neatly arranged, and the place was ready for her to move in.

The fridge was still empty, so Izabella drove to the supermarket, bought groceries, and also picked up a bouquet of roses to place in her living room.

The living room had a panoramic floor-to-ceiling window. Once night fell, she could enjoy the stunning R City skyline with its endless opulence and extravagance.

As she prepared a homemade meal, the doorbell rang.

Opening the door, she found Casey dressed in light-colored clothes, holding a bouquet of sunflowers. His smile was even more radiant than the flowers he held.

"Did you actually buy flowers?" Izabella was surprised.

"Do you like them?" Casey asked, a touch of pride in his eyes.

"Of course, I do." Izabella replied, taking the sunflowers from him.

She placed the flowers aside and took Casey's hand, typing in the password to her apartment. "This is also your home now. The password is your birthday," she whispered into his flushed ear.

It sounded less like numbers and more like a sweet whisper, "I love you forever."

"Feel free to come in anytime from now on."

Casey felt like he was floating as he followed Izabella into the apartment, where he noticed the roses in her living room.

"You bought flowers too?"

"Yeah, isn't it a coincidence? Seems like we're getting in sync." Izabella added the sunflowers to the same vase, where they stood out among the roses.

As soon as he entered, Casey caught the aroma from the kitchen.

"Dinner will be ready soon. Why don't you open that bottle of wine to let it breathe while I whip up a couple of side dishes?"

"Sure." Casey recognized the wine, "Isn't this the bottle my father gave you?"

"Yes, it is. We can enjoy it tonight." Izabella suddenly remembered something, "I forgot can’t really drink."

"I can, but I tend to get drunk easily." Casey admitted, looking embarrassed as he recalled a past incident that happened when he had drunk too much.

It seemed that Izabella also recalled the same event and couldn't help but laugh.

Izabella heated the pot and added oil, quickly stir-frying two everyday dishes. She used high heat and deftly flipped the ingredients in the pan, creating graceful arcs as the vegetables swirled along the edge of the pot. The entire process was executed seamlessly.

Casey was witnessing Izabella's pot-flipping skills for the first time, and her technique was much better than his. It reminded him of the first time he had brought Izabella to his home, intentionally displaying his awkward pot-flipping and stir-frying skills in front of her.

Back then, he had been brimming with confidence, thinking he could impress Izabella. But now, as he looked back on that moment, he felt like a clown.

Casey had never learned to cook, but as soon as he entered the kitchen, he knew what to do. In the beginning, he could only make a few dishes, but later, after watching instructional videos and practicing, he developed the skill to flip ingredients in the pan.

Izabella's technique, like the one she displayed earlier, couldn't have been mastered without years of practice.

Casey wasn't visiting here for the first time; he had been here during the renovation phase. Izabella's kitchen was remarkably similar to his own, with the same cabinet arrangement.

He approached Izabella from behind, raised his hand to open the cupboard above her head, and with his tall stature, it was as if he enveloped her in his arms.

The physical touch and the intertwining of their breath had become second nature to them. Once Casey had taken out the utensils, Izabella finished cooking the dishes, and by the time the food was ready, the red wine had breathed enough.

One meat dish, one vegetable dish, and a serving of soup-- it was just right for the two of them. Any more, and it would go to waste.

Casey poured wine for Izabella, and she lifted the tall glass to take a whiff of the aromatic fragrance, closing her eyes in satisfaction, akin to a contented cat.

"My dad is so stingy; he has several good bottles hidden in his liquor cabinet, and he gave just one," she commented.

"One bottle is already quite good. I don't drink that often, so it's nice to have a taste occasionally," Izabella remarked, eyeing Casey's empty glass. She set down her own glass and got up. "Wait here."

She returned to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and retrieved a can of cola. She handed it to Casey. He looked at it with a hint of distaste.

"You get tipsy as soon as you touch alcohol!"

"I'll stick with the soup. Haven't you heard the saying, 'men can't handle too much cola'?"

Izabella raised an eyebrow, puzzled as she watched him. As Casey's face slowly turned red, even his neck blushed. Drinking too much cola was something to be bashful about? Men were truly hard to understand.

Well, if she didn't know, she didn't know.