Chapter 318 A Warning

Jonathan sat on the couch with Norman, catching up over their drinks. Still, their gazes unconsciously strayed to Scarlett's bustling silhouette, her habitual moves flowing into one another—synchronized and methodical.

The sight of her mesmerized the pair.

As both Jonathan and Norman hailed from wealthy families, they had almost never tasted the cooking of their own mothers. Their mothers had been women who refused to get their hands dirty, let alone cook a full meal. Now that Scarlett was cooking especially for them, Jonathan and Norman felt a sense of warmth neither had experienced. It was a kind of feeling that was difficult to put into words.

Unlike Scarlett, Jonathan knew nothing about cooking. He was a man who preferred to use brute force; a task as meticulous as cooking simply wasn't in his nature. Norman, on the other hand, was a bon vivant at heart. He had shadowed a Freyan chef once as an apprentice, his experience providing a wealth of knowledge in the preparation of exquisi