A Life Debt Repaid novel (John and Cordy)
Chapter 1339

Chapter 1339

Chapter 1339

Quinn was left staring at Sam, replaceing him acting strange just then-was he still drunk?

After all, he was only docile when he was drunk.

She entered the room, leaving him taken aback as she promptly pulled off his blanket. “You need to eateven if you’re still drunk-you’d at least feel better than having an empty stomach. I could help you washup if you’re feeling nauseated too…”

She suddenly trailed off as she stared at him fixedly.

He frowned, followed her stare downward, and blushed.

He promptly pulled up his blanket to hide himself.

At the same time, Quinn realized with a start and flushed a crimson, surprised by what she had seen.She quickly turned her back on Sam-she did not mean to look.

Still, Sam was a little frustrated to see her avoiding staring so quickly and snapped, “It’s normal for menin the morning!”

“Yeah…” Quinn replied—was it something she said?

“It’s proof that I’m healthy.”

“I know.”

“It’s not a reaction to you.”

Quinn pursed her lips in silence-she had been fine before, but she felt a little upset just then.

“Come eat once you’re done washing up. I’ll be waiting outside,” she told him before leaving his room.

Sam watched as she left and sighed exasperatedly.

In reality, it was a reaction to Quinn-he had been dreaming of her the whole night too.

Inhaling deeply, he strode toward the washroom, taking a while to calm himself before leaving hisroom.

Quinn was waiting behind the dining table silently, and the food looked scrumptious.

It was only when Sam headed over that she picked up her fork and knife with a smile. “Come try mycooking and replace out how it tastes.”

“You made all these?”

“Yeah.”

“When did you learn how to cook?” Sam asked as he picked up his knife and fork to pick up some food.

“I always knew how to,” Quinn said. “I liked cooking, so I learned from your family’s servants andvideos, and I’d cook whenever I feel like it. I don’t do it often, so I don’t know if it’s good.”

Sam was gnawing on a spiced rib, and Quinn stared at him expectantly.

As he finished, he slowly commented, “Yeah, it’s good.”

Quinn heaved a sigh of relief.

She had no idea if her cooking suited his tastes, but it was good enough if he said that it was good-hewas never good with giving praises.

“Then have some more,” she quickly urged him. “That and the pork tenderloin. I’ve always liked it, so Ilearned the dish for a while now.”

Sam nodded.

The vibes around the table were certainly pleasant-Sam kept eating as Quinn brought him food, and hefinished plate after plate.

Still, he soon realized something unusual. “Why aren’t you eating?”

He was almost stuffed and was just being nice to finish everything since it was the first time Quinncooked for him.

However, she had definitely cooked too much for him to eat everything alone…