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RHEA'S POV

That afternoon, I wanted to prepare lunch myself but I realised there was nothing in the fridge, so we had to order room service. After the meal, I tried to convince Estefan to get some groceries because I wanted to cook dinner myself but he blatantly refused, saying he couldn't stress himself with trivial things like that.

The most annoying part was that he didn't even have to go himself, he just had to send someone to get them for him, but that seems like too much stress to him.

Cooking had become a hobby of mine since when I was young but I didn't get to do much of it since I entered the palace. I usually felt more satisfied with a meal when I prepared it myself. Since I had an entire suite to myself, I planned to use the opportunity to cook my food for as long as I was there. But Estefan refused to get me the foodstuffs, so I had no choice but to stick with the hotel service.

I was sitting on the couch with my legs crossed and my laptop on top of it. My fingers had be