Ex-husband’s Regret

"Don't worry and don't overthink things. You know me, I've always been easygoing."

Charlotte didn't mention that if Jane really were that easygoing, she wouldn't have gone up to the rooftop that day.

"Message me when you get home."

A week later, Sir Collins was discharged from the hospital and returned home.

Jane also received a message that Zachary was coming to see her.

Over the past few days, they occasionally exchanged messages, mostly relayed through Charlotte.

Knowing that Sir Collins was okay made her happy, so she impulsively went to the supermarket to buy some vegetables and meat, planning to cook something. She had failed before, but practice made perfect.

This time, she thought she could finally cook.

However, she still overestimated herself.

When Zachary arrived at the door, he heard a piercing alarm.

Thinking it was a gas leak, he didn't knock and instead entered the door code Jane had given him.

Once inside, he was met with thick smoke that stung his eyes.

"Jane!"

He ran toward the kitchen and collided with Jane coming out.

Her usually made-up face was now filled with panic and awkwardness.

Zachary immediately reached for the fire extinguisher, but Jane helplessly grabbed his arm, "The fire is already out."

She had some basic knowledge of self-rescue.

Zachary let out a sigh of relief, turned on the kitchen hood to its maximum, and then pulled her to the bathroom to wash her face. "What were you doing?" Jane cleaned her face and answered without hesitation, "I was cooking."

Zachary's lips twitched. "I thought you were blowing up the kitchen."

Jane chuckled awkwardly and coughed a little. "Just a small mistake."

'A small mistake? If it were a big mistake, would she have blown building?'

up

the entire

Zachary felt a mix of anger and helplessness. "Let's just go out for dinner."

"Okay."

Jane nodded in agreement, touching her nose. "It's a shame about the ingredients I bought, there's still quite a bit left. Once I learn, I'll cook for you." Zachary looked at her for a long time before rolling up his sleeves and heading into the kitchen.

Jane followed behind, hesitantly asking, "You're going to cook?"

"Can you cook?"

He was,

after all, the son of the Collins family.

Zachary surveyed the mess in the kitchen and the charred lump on the counter, asking, "What is this?"

Jane blinked and honestly replied, "Braised pork."

Zachary chose not to comment. He pointed to her. "Apron."

Jane untied the apron and handed it to him, but he raised both hands.

"Help me tie it."

As Jane brought the apron to his slim waist, her hands wrapped around his back to tie the knot.

Then he pulled her into his arms.

Tightly.

Jane's hands wandered on his back, "Did you miss me?"

Zachary felt the rush of emotions.

His sharp Adam's apple bobbed, and he buried his face in her neck, taking a deep

breath.

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Then he let her go.

They hadn't seen each other in days, and he jumped straight into business, acting like an eager young boy.

He should at least make sure she was well-fed first.

"Wait outside."

Jane was still a bit incredulous. "You really can cook?"

"You'll find out soon enough."

Jane stepped outside, half-convinced. She opened her phone, wondering how something so simple in tutorials turned into a disaster when she tried. Zachary first cleaned up the mess she had made.

He looked at the ingredients she had bought and took out his phone to search for cooking videos.

Then, he remembered something very important.

There weren't enough tools in the kitchen.

This proved that Jane usually didn't cook, today was merely a whim.

After standing still for a few seconds, Zachary sent a message to Roy, asking him to bring some food over.