Daddy! Come Home for Dinner!

“Alright.” Cindy nodded.

It was clear that Adrian Zhekova was helping her.

But why was Adrian Zhekova helping her so much?

Cindy was puzzled, and therefore hesitated to accept his assistance.

After all, she and Adrian had no close relationship. Why was he helping her so much?

Don’t even say it’s just a simple favor.

Why would he do her this favor?

Many people needed his help, so why did he choose only her?

Helping her was a favor, not helping was perfectly justified.

But in reality, there was no favor shared between them.

Feeling uneasy, Cindy finally asked, “Why are you helping me so much?”

Adrian Zhekova was slightly taken aback, as if he hadn’t expected Cindy to ask this question.

Why indeed?

Because she might be the mother of his child?

Because he had feelings for her?

Adrian Zhekova looked at Cindy’s face.

Indeed, every time he saw her, he couldn’t help but want to get closer.

Even if she encountered any difficulties without telling him, he still couldn’t help but inquire about the matter and try to resolve it for her.

Adrian Zhekova quietly looked at Cindy for a while, making her feel so pressured that she wanted to avoid his gaze.

“What do you think?” Adrian Zhekova said.

” Cindy thought to herself, if she knew, why would she need to ask him?

Cindy forced a chuckle and then said, “Because Morgan is too cute?”

Adrian Zhekova let out a “heh” and said, “Let’s eat.

While eating, Cindy remembered something, “Oh, by the way, I won’t be able to deliver lunch to you tomorrow.”

“What’s the matter?” Adrian Zhekova was unhappy.

How could she stop halfway with her work?

Had she just given up after only one day?

“I received a call from an elderly person yesterday asking me to cook lunch at her home tomorrow. She’s having a gathering with friends and heard that my cooking is good, so she wants me to go.” Cindy explained.

“I’ve actually already suspended my private chef business and contacted every customer that I have worked with before, telling them that I’m no longer taking private chef jobs. However, the elderly person said she’s quite pitiful.

She doesn’t even know if she’ll ever have a chance to taste my cooking again.”

“They’re already so old and might not be able to wait for me to return.” Cindy said with difficulty, “Since it’s come to this, I want to go cook for them just this once.”

“Although it’s a bit strange since I didn’t use Cain Velman as my private chef name, and even if I did use that name, the elderly person might not know about it. So, in theory, my reputation shouldn’t be so great that my services are indispensable.”

“But no matter what, I have to go tomorrow.” Cindy said, “That’s what the elderly person has said.”

For some reason, Adrian Zhekova felt that this situation sounded familiar.

“Where will you be going tomorrow?” Adrian Zhekova asked.

So, she just mentioned a nearby and prominent landmark, “It’s in that vicinity.”

Adrian Zhekova:

That location sure seemed familiar too.

Adrian Zhekova lowered his head and saw that there were two Smoked Salmon with Poached Eggs in the food container.

“Why did you make two portions?” Adrian Zhekova asked with a smile.

“I was afraid you wouldn’t be full. There’s only the fried rice and shrimp, which is a bit monotonous.” Cindy explained, “I also made you some crepes, so you can have them if you’re hungry later.”

“I’ll save the crepes for later, but right now, I can’t eat two portions of salmon.” Adrian Zhekova said, and suddenly reached out towards Cindy..