“You can say so. When I was living in another country… um… countryside, I’d sometimes make ravioli on my own when I’m tired of ordering take-outs. Ravioli seem easy to make as it only involves a few steps. Once it’s steamed, you can eat it right away.” “I see.” Vinson pretended that he did not notice Arielle’s slip of the tongue and took the initiative to make ravioli too. He copied her actions and the outcome seemed to be quite favorable. Although he messed up a few times, he somehow managed to make some decent ones too. Without another word uttered, the two of them continued to shape the ravioli quietly.

Surprisingly, Vinson did not feel that it was a bore to do such trivial things. In fact, he really enjoyed the peaceful moments spent with Arielle. Shortly after, all the ravioli were steamed and ready to be eaten. “Let me try your masterpiece.” He took one and stuffed it inside his mouth. Even though Arielle appeared to be very skillful throughout the process and she even did it from scratch, Vinson had very high expectations because he had tasted an array of good food.

Moreover, one of the companies under Nightshire Group had produced a special type of premium frozen ravioli, which was very delicious yet expensive. He had tried them all and took pride in his own products. Hence, he did not expect much from Arielle and was actually ready to comment on her food. However, the moment he ate one, he stared at Arielle with his eyes wide opened. He was so shocked to have such a rich burst of flavors inside his mouth.

The combination of savory gravy, crunchy vegetables, and perfectly marinated minced meat was such a tease to his tastebuds. It was his first time to have tasted something so delectable even though the ingredients that she used were just the basic ones provided by the hotel. There was even a sparkle in his eyes. Arielle had not had a bite yet, so she could not comprehend Vinson’s reaction. “Is it not good?” “No, that’s not it.”

He continued speaking after swallowing a mouthful, “It tastes all right, especially when I made it myself.” Arielle was rendered speechless. He was making them at a snail’s pace. When I finished, he’s only done six of them. The one he’s eating might not even be his work. Anyhow, Vinson was not a man who would praise others easily. Thus, Arielle took his response as a compliment. She did not ask him further.

Instead, she lowered her head and continued eating. After having only one, she realized that half of the thirty-odd pieces of ravioli on the plate were gone. While chewing one in his mouth, Vinson kept serving himself albeit already having a full bowl in front of him. His actions brought a smile to her face.

The following day, Arielle put on the clothes that Vinson had asked someone to prepare for her and walked out of the hotel in the scorching hot weather. Right when she wanted to call a cab, a luxurious MPV, which belonged to the Southalls, stopped in front of her. The driver came down to get the door for her. “Ms. Arielle, Mr. Southall has instructed me to wait for you here. This way, please.”a