Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO novel Chapter 191

The team of chefs stood in a line, their expression a blend of awe and nervousness. None dared to breathe too loudly, let alone move, as they watched Aiden command the kitchen with an air of practised ease.

His tailored shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing his toned forearms that fleed with each confident move. Every movement was deliberate, precise and swift, as though he had spent years perfecting the art of cooking.

The more Alexander, the head chef, watched him, the more he felt impressed. Though he had seen many skilled chefs mastering the field of culinary arts, for some reason seeing a man like Aiden do it with such ease hit differently.

"Mr. Jones," Alexander whispered, breaking his own rule of silence in the kitchen, "did the young master have any culinary training before?" His tone was clearly laced with a deep interest.

The butler standing on his side, turned towards him with a small, knowing smile. Shaking his head, he replied, "Young Master never took any professional culinary training."

Alexander blinked, his brows furrowing in confusion. "Then…?"

Mr. Jones’s smile only deepened at that. His gaze shifted back to Aiden, who was expertly tossing fettuccine in a creamy Alfredo sauce. "If a man has no inherent interest in cooking yet chooses to learn it, it’s not because he wants to excel in the field. It’s because he takes it as a way to cherish someone he cares for." Then he paused to add, "Young Master has only ever practiced making Fettucine Alfredo and he makes it perfect."

Alexander tried to comprehend his words for a good moment, but the meaning only hit him after a while.

While near the counter, Aiden who had been all engrossed in the recipe, finally called Mr. Jones.

"Mr. Jones," he called while he started plating the dish with meticulous care. Swirling the fettuccine neatly, he coated it with sauce evenly before giving a final sprinkling of fresh parsley over the top.

Although the butler had come on his very call, he didn’t dare disturb him. He only spoke when he saw him straightening in his posture. "Yes, Young Master?"

Aiden gave a last look to the set plate before gesturing Mr. Jones towards it. "This is done. Serve it when Moon comes down," he said, slowly removing his apron and smoothing out the shirt.

Mr. Jones nodded and Aiden walked out of the kitchen. It wasn’t until he was out of earshot that one of the younger chefs whispered, "I didn’t know Young Master could cook like that." And slowly the little conversation of awe filled the air.

While outside, Aiden settled in the living room when Arwen descended down the stairs with his phone in her hand. When their eyes met, she smiled and said, "Since you are sitting here with your work. It only means my favourite plate has been prepared."

Aiden returned her smile, the warmth of it reaching his eyes as he closed the laptop and stood. "As per command, Moon," he replied, his voice steady yet affectionate.

Arwen tilted her head slightly, amused, "You are spoiling me, you know that?"

"You deserved to be spoiled," Aiden said, stepping a step closer to her before tugging away a strand of her hair behind her ears. "And I am not going to give you anything less than what you deserve, Moon."