A Wound that Never Heals
Chapter 144

Chapter 144

Chapter 144 She Forgets It

Darlene did not hesitate for a moment. There was even some urgency in her voice. “I have nothing tosay to him.”

She was trying to control her emotions, but she was obviously in a hurry to explain. “I don’t have a home,and his place is not my home, so it’s not going back.”

Gustave nodded. “Alright, just think about it yourself. I heard from the servants that

you

didn’t eat much for dinner. I cooked some snacks downstairs. Why don’t we eat some together? Thenyou can take the medicine.”

Darlene was still holding the medicine in her hand, and she looked very embarrassed.

She had just lived here when Avery came to her door. She didn’t know how the convention was afterthat, but she felt that it had caused a lot of trouble for Gustave.

The hand holding the medicine curled up. She shook her head. “I’m not very hungry, so I won’t eat.Thank you, Mr. Walpole, for your kind intentions.”

Gustave looked at her. He was dressed in a black nightgown. His back was leaning against the door. Incomparison, Darlene was too reserved. Even her body stood.

straight.

When he stared at her, Darlene looked even more embarrassed.

Gustave reached out and took the medicine from her hand. “Aurora, you don’t have to be so polite to me.Even if we haven’t seen each other for many years, we don’t need to be so polite and distant. I’m acasual person, so you don’t have to be so careful.”

Darlene blushed with embarrassment. “I’m indeed not hungry.”

“Let’s go. Eat some. You can’t be hungry with your current body.” He helped her

the medicine and turned around to leave.

Darlene could only follow downstairs. She

carry

Could not be as free as Gustave. It was like he

was facing an old friend that he had always known.

But what she could remember was that Gustave had saved her ten years ago in the sea. She vaguelyremembered that she started to stay in the orphanage when she was ten years old and had knownGustave for half a year.

However, as for the details of their interactions, she could barely remember them. She

only had a vague impression of them.

Therefore, she only had two impressions of Gustave. She knew him and he saved her

life.

Gustave sat down at the dining table and gestured to the dining chair that had been pulled out for her,“Sit down. The doctor said that you are suitable for light food, so I only made spaghetti and soup.

If you want to drink something, soy milk is more beneficial to your body than milk. If you are not used toit, I will change it for you.”

There were two plates of spaghetti on the dining table, two glasses of soy milk, and soup that had justbeen cooked.

Darlene took a mouthful of the spaghetti and swallowed it without thinking. “It’s delicious and I’m notpicky. I’m used to eating.”

She swallowed it and realized that there was probably not much salt in the soup. It was

tasteless.

The fried egg covered with spaghetti was also a little burnt, but the egg yolk in the middle was notcompletely cooked.

Darlene glanced at it, but in the end, she did not touch the fried egg and only continued

to eat spaghetti.

Gustave seemed to be quite satisfied. He picked up the fork at the side and picked up the spaghetti. “Isthat so? It’s so late that I didn’t ask Kaley to cook. This is the first time I cooked spaghetti. It seems thatthe taste is not bad…‘

Before he could finish speaking, a mouthful of spaghetti entered his mouth, and the rest of his wordsstopped abruptly.

Darlene lowered her head and ate the spaghetti even faster. She couldn’t even raise her

head.

She had just said “delicious“, but now she felt so guilty as if the spaghetti had been cooked by herself.

Gustave was silent for a long time before he continued to use his fork to pick up the fried

eggs on the plate. The middle was poked open and there was egg yolk flowing out.

Darlene raised her head and glanced at him. She actually couldn’t quite understand how Gustavemanaged to fry the eggs and make the egg yolk in the middle flow.

She bit her lips and continued to eat the spaghetti on the plate. She suddenly felt like

laughing.

Gustave also seemed to be a little confused. He stared at the spaghetti and pondered for a long timebefore reaching out to take the plate in front of Darlene. “You can even eat this. How long has it beensince you last ate?”

Darlene had already eaten half of the plate of spaghetti. She comforted him seriously, “Mr. Walpole, yourcooking skills are already very good. Ordinary people can’t fry a soft–boiled egg. I have been learning itfor a long time, but I haven’t been able to learn

it.”

These words were not nonsense. Previously, Avery liked to eat soft–boiled eggs. For this, she reallyspent a lot of effort practicing frying eggs.

Darnell, who was at the side, could not help but laugh out loud, “Ms. Garcia, you really

know how to comfort people.”

Gustave poured the two plates of spaghetti together and let Darnell take them to the kitchen. He lookedat Darlene and asked, “Can you also cook spaghetti?”

The word “also” in his words stunned Darlene. Darlene remembered that Gustave had

seen her cook spaghetti in the half year they were in the orphanage.

She nodded. “I know a little, but the taste is average. If Mr. Walpole doesn’t mind…”

“I don’t mind. If you need anything, I’ll help you,” Gustave interrupted her and walked

into the kitchen, indicating for her to follow.

Darnell watched from behind and let out a soft “tsk” sound. He was secretly sighing,

Mr. Walpole is beating about the bush. Is it so difficult to say he wants Ms. Garcia to cook spaghetti?

Others might not know, but Darnell had stayed by Gustave’s side for so many years, so

he still knew a little.

For example, Gustave would occasionally cook by himself, As long as he cooked, he would cook a plateof spaghetti with an egg almost every time.

When Gustave was in a bad mood or was in a good mood, he also liked to cook this. If he could finisheating, he would eat it himself. If he couldn’t finish it, he would stuff them. to servants or Darnell at home.

Therefore, Darnell was lucky enough to taste the spaghetti that Gustave cooked several times. In theend, Gustave had practiced for so many years, and his cooking skills were absolutely first–class.

As for the fact that he had forgotten to put salt in the spaghetti, and the fried egg had not been cooked inthe middle, how could such a thing really happen?

If Gustave had not drunk too much once, Darnell would not have known that Darlene had cookedspaghetti with an egg for him in the orphanage.

People would always miss some things, especially when they had seen too many cold and indifferentthings. The warmth they felt was too little, so it was easy to miss some good things that they had oncegotten.

In the kitchen, Gustave prepared seasonings for Darlene and pretended to learn how to cook spaghettifrom her.

The egg was ready and the spaghetti was cooked. Darlene took a plate of spaghetti and looked around.“Do you have onions?”

She asked as she searched, so she did not notice the frozen expression on Gustave’s face.

After a while, he replied, “Yes, I’ll get it for you.”

There were two onions in the refrigerator. It was from the supermarket when the maid

went to buy fish during the day.

Later, she took it back and forgot to throw it away.

Gustave did not eat onions. He was not picky and there were not many things he did not. eat, but he didnot like the taste of onion and garlic.

Therefore, the maid who bought food here would never buy onions. Normally, it would be impossible toreplace an onion in the kitchen.

He took out the onion, washed it, and then cut it.

Darlene put the onion on the bottom of the plate. When she wanted to add soup, she suddenlyremembered something and asked, “Is there anything you don’t want to eat?

Onion, garlic, and chili. Can you eat them?”

“Yes,” Gustave nodded.

Darlene heaved a sigh of relief before adding soup to scoop up spaghetti.

Once the spaghetti was served on the table, Gustave clearly spoke less, and he almost didn’t take theinitiative to speak.

He ate the spaghetti, and Darnell, who was watching from the side, was stunned.

Was there something wrong with his eyes? He seemed to have seen onions on the plate.

Darlene didn’t notice the change in Gustave’s mood. When she finished eating the spaghetti, she couldnot help but ask, “I seem to have heard it during the day. It said that the Gallard Group canceledcooperation with you. Is it serious?”