Flash Marriage to a Stunning CEO (Alistair and Richard) novel Chapter 30

Chapter 30 A Pleasant Breakfast

On Richard’s fourth day back, Rebecca had a huge fight with him.

Richard stormed out, slamming the door behind him, while Rebecca collapsed onto the sofa, sobbing into her hands.

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She had waited six long years for the man she wanted to spend her life with, yet after just a few days together, she realized this wasn’t the life she had envisioned.

Richard cared more about whether she could inherit the family fortune than about her love.

Rebecca felt lost.

She couldn’t even articulate what kind of life she truly wanted.

But inexplicably, her mind drifted to memories of Alistair bustling around the kitchen in an apron while she played carefree with Daniel, building blocks in the living room.

While Rebecca spent the night sleepless and distraught, Alistair slept soundly until morning.

He woke up refreshed and, seeing that it was still early, headed. to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

Though cooking wasn’t part of his responsibilities, he figured he

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He opened the double–door refrigerator, pulled out ingredients, and got to work.

Back in the day, he had cooked every single meal, and after a few days without practice, he worried his skills might rust.

This was his only real talent–he couldn’t afford to lose it.

He planned to open a small private restaurant someday. Not to cater to many customers or to make money, since he likely wouldn’t need it, but simply to keep himself occupied and avoid falling into idleness.

On good days, he’d welcome guests. When tired, he’d pack his bags and travel. Living out his days so leisurely sounded perfect to Alistair.

Long gone was the ambition of his youth–now, he just wanted to live comfortably, doing as he pleased.

Today, he decided to make shrimp and vegetable pasta with

eggs.

Rolling up his sleeves, he stood at the sink, carefully washing the

greens.

He realized that cooking for different people brought entirely different experiences.

Preparing three meals a day for Rebecca had been a mandatory

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task–like a robot programmed to follow orders mechanically.

But now, standing in the kitchen again, it felt strangely…. enjoyable.

Just as he finished washing the vegetables and reached for the pasta, he sensed someone watching him. He turned toward the kitchen door.

Caroline stood leaning against the doorframe, staring at him absently.

Freshly awake, her uncombed hair cascaded loosely over her shoulders, her delicate face free of makeup. Her head rested lightly against the frame, her gaze fixed on him.

But when Alistair met her eyes, he realized they were unfocused -less looking at him and more lost in some distant memory.

“Sorry, did I wake you?”

He had deliberately moved quietly after getting up, trying not to

make noise.

Caroline snapped out of her thoughts and shook her head. “No, I was already awake. What are you…”

Alistair glanced at the pasta in his hand and suddenly realized he hadn’t asked if Caroline or Eloise even wanted pasta.

I took too much initiative.

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“I thought I’d make some pasta. Would you and Eloise like some?”

Caroline smiled, “Of course.”

Relieved by her genuine reaction, he nodded. “Great. It shouldn’t take too long.”

He resumed prepping the ingredients.

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Rebecca had been picky–particular about pasta firmness–so Alistair had learned to time everything precisely.

Caroline remained in the doorway, making no move to leave.

Alistair suddenly felt like a schoolchild doing homework under a teacher’s watchful eye, so nervous he couldn’t even work out the simplest arithmetic problem.

But Caroline wasn’t a stern teacher. Her eyes landed on the kitchen timer, and she frowned, “Are you conducting a chemistry experiment? Do you need it timed to the second?”

To ease the awkwardness, Alistair grasped for conversation. “Any dietary restrictions?”

She shook her head. “I’ll eat anything that isn’t terrible.”

Sounds like she’s easy to please, but what exactly counts as “not terrible” to her?

Alistair grinned. “Yep. Just tell me what you’d like, and I’ll make it for you.”

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“My cooking’s really good. You don’t have to worry about it tasting bad.”