You're My Wife Now

Phoebe opened the refrigerator and, to her surprise, found a variety of fresh ingredients. She had worried about not having anything to cook with, but now she didn't need to worry about going out to buy groceries while dressed like this.

As she stared at the well-stocked fridge, she hesitated.

What does he like to eat? She realized she hadn't asked him. Should she go and ask now? That felt awkward, maybe even a bit strange.

Forget it. Why overthink it? She would just make something simple. Whether he liked it or not, it didn't matter. She was just an ordinary girl—there was no way she could satisfy his gourmet tastes.

She picked out a few ingredients and got to work.

Meanwhile, Alexander had finished changing and dealing with some work in the study. When he came downstairs, he heard faint sounds coming from the kitchen. Curious, he walked over to take a look.

The aroma of the food hit him, and for a moment, his eyes flickered with surprise before his expression returned to normal.

He