Chapter 506

Noelle was silent for a moment before shaking her head.

"No," she replied honestly.

Christian felt a pang in his heart but kept his tone casual. "So, how are you planning to welcome me back?"

Noelle considered his question. "Do you want meat fondue, seafood, or something simpler?"

"I'll eat whatever you cook," Christian said.

Noelle found herself at a loss for words.

Christian always had a way of making things difficult.

"Alright, what do you want, then?" she asked, her beautiful eyes meeting his, clear as a spring—inviting anyone to dive right in.

Christian paused, then grinned. "Empanadas!"

Didn't she make pasta for Quentin? Well, he wanted empanadas—for her to make them just for him.

And maybe to forget all about the pasta.

Noelle smiled back. "I haven't made empanadas much before, Mr. Blackwood. You should be prepared—they might not turn out great!"

Christian smirked. "Even better if you don't know how."

The idea that she might learn to make empanadas just for him, pra