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Andrew drove back to the apartment.

Isabella was sitting at the table in the dining room, resting her chin on her hands, waiting for him. The table, however, was bare.

"Long wait?" He took off his suit and walked over, looking at her with gentle eyes.

"Andrew, I'm hungry," she said.

"What do you want to eat?" he asked.

"There are plenty of ingredients in the fridge. You cook, and I'll eat," she ordered him confidently.

He faintly chuckled, realizing that accompanying her for dinner meant he would have to cook for her.

"Wait a moment, it'll be ready soon," he said, rolling up his shirt sleeves as he walked into the kitchen.

Due to limited ingredients and time, Andrew simply prepared two servings of spaghetti. Nonetheless, they looked and tasted good.

Isabella took the fork and knife, indulging in the pasta. After relishing the taste, she smiled, her eyes and eyebrows arched, resembling an adorable fox.

"How does it taste?" he asked.

"It's quite delicious. You should try it..