Ex-husband’s Regret

He picked up the apron from the ground and put it on, starting to prepare the ingredients.

When he marinated the meat, he realized there weren't enough ingredients.

He thought for a moment and decided to make something simple.

Roy was very efficient in his work.

When Jane opened the door and saw him, she was a bit surprised. "Are you looking for Zachary?"

Roy handed her the rice. "Mr. Collins asked me to bring this."

Jane accepted it without understanding, and before she could even say thank you, Roy had already disappeared.

With such impressive skills, if he had been guarding the top floor that night, she and Zachary wouldn't have woken up to find someone else beside them. Even if the surveillance footage could be deleted, it wouldn't escape Roy.

"What are you daydreaming about?"

Zachary received Roy's message and came out to check.

He found her standing at the door, lost in thought, with the door still open.

He walked over to close the door and took the items from her hand.

Jane came back to her senses and asked, "What is this?"

Zachary opened it for her to see. "Food."

At that moment, Jane hadn't even realized she didn't all the tools and asked, "Why did you let Roy just bring rice?"

Zachary couldn't help but laugh. He shook his head repeatedly, his tone a bit

helpless. "Miss Greenwood, you don't know you don't have enough tools at home, do you?"

""Don't I?"

Jane ran to the kitchen, rummaging through cabinets, and found that she really didn't enough tools.

Zachary leaned against the doorframe, watching her with a sly look.

Jane scratched her head. "I guess it was overlooked when we were buying appliances

"Alright, it's not important. The food will be ready soon."

Zachary pulled her out, and she took the opportunity to glance around.

It felt much more organized than her cooking skills.

40 minutes later, the dishes were served.

Jane had already opened a bottle of wine to stay alert.

As each dish was brought to the table, she clicked her tongue a few times. "I can make this spicy too."

It wasn't very hard to cook the food that Zachary was serving.

"Then why didn't you?"

Zachary unfastened his apron and sat down beside her, countering.

• Jane replied, "I hadn't had the chance. I was planning to make ribs first."

"You won't be having ribs today. If you want them, I can have someone deliver them."

"Then it's no trouble. I see your tomato and egg dish and stir-fried vegetables look good;. I'll give them a try." Zachary raised his hand, a clear invitation: please help yourself.

Jane picked up a piece and brought it to her mouth, her eyes lighting up. "You actually know how to cook?"

"I don't." Zachary also tasted a bite, nodding in satisfaction. "I followed a video. Maybe I just have a good brain."

Jane kicked him under the table, and Zachary pinched her thigh in response.

If it were another girl, she might have blushed, but Jane was different. She leaned against Zachary's leg, her toes sliding up.

Zachary reached out to hold her foot, glancing down. "What's the matter? Do you dislike my cooking and want something else?"

Jane propped her head up, smiling, her eyes enchanting.

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Zachary grasped her ankle, his thumb gently rubbing the inside of her ankle bone, his dark eyes filled with desire.

He pulled her onto his lap and spoke again, his voice already husky. "Are you full?"

Jane shot him a look. "We haven't even eaten yet. How can I be full? Or do you want to personally feed me until I'm full?"

Zachary exerted a bit of force with his hands.

As he lifted her up, his movements were urgent, accidentally knocking over a wine glass.

Red wine spilled across the table.

But no one cared.