Deep Love Hidden From Him
Chapter 218

The meeting had been going on for the whole morning.

"This matter mainly depends on the patient's family as we can only dispense advice. After all, the patient is old and you know the risks involved without needing me to say it."

"I understand, sir." Everleigh looked serious. "I'll explain the stakes to the patient's family later."

"Okay, that's fine. Anyway, the plan is ready. If you want to operate, it would be best if we do it sooner."

"I understand."

Everleigh and Dr. Harrison walked down the corridor of the hospital as they discussed the details of the upcoming surgery. Both teacher and student had matching grave expressions as they spoke.

The moment Everleigh's phone rang, Dr. Harrison said, "That's it for now. Let's discuss the details after we confirm the family's choice for the patient. You go to work first. I have to go back to Ocpeace Medical University in the afternoon."

"Okay. Goodbye, sir."

After watching Dr. Harrison leave, Everleigh took out her phone from her pocket. A Whatsapp message popped up on her phone screen from Theodore.

"Do you know how to make a vegetable omelet?"

Everleigh was stunned for a moment and replied after hesitating for a while, "No, I don't."

The reply was almost instantaneous. "You should learn how to, including how to make chicken soup as well."

Through the phone screen, Everleigh could almost see Theodore's expressionless face. Surely he was typing these words as if he were speaking to one of his servants.

Did he think she was his personal chef? Or his waitress?

After a moment's hesitation, Everleigh replied, "Okay."

She had prepared several dishes that were difficult the day before. How could she not know how to make a simple dish like vegetable omelet? Wasn't it as simple as throwing the ingredients into the pan and frying them?

Later in the evening at the hospital.

Theodore was already waiting in the living room when Everleigh arrived.

"Where is Mr. Lawson?" Everleigh asked as she put down the lunchbox in her hand.

"He's gone back to the company."

"Why so early today?"

"Is it early?" Theodore glanced at his watch.

It was almost eight o'clock, and it was completely dark outside.

"Sorry I'm late. There was a traffic jam on the road." Everleigh said. When she was putting the things down, she saw the take-out box that was exactly the same as the day before on the table. Her movements stopped and she asked, "Have you eaten already?"

"No." Theodore closed the magazine in his hands and walked straight to the dining table. He pulled out a chair and sat down. "I'm not used to the food from the restaurants. That's yours."

As he said this, he took the box from Everleigh's hand and opened the lid.

A portion of vegetable omelets stared back up at him. It looked a little burnt, but from the appearance, it was more edible than the meat she made from the day before.

Theodore picked up some of the egg with a fork and stuffed it into his mouth. He chewed it twice before swallowing it. Then, he raised his head and asked, "Did you make this?"

"Yes." Everleigh nodded, a little nervous. "How is it?"

Theodore hid the astonishment in his eyes and said, "It's a little bland."

Hearing his evaluation, Everleigh breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It's good that it's bland. You can't have something that's too salty, and I didn't put salt in it on purpose. Just eat it like this. Here, there's also chicken soup."

"Don't worry about it. I'll do it by myself. You can have your meal."

"It's okay, I'm not hungry. I'll eat later. By the way," Everleigh suddenly thought of something and she took out a document from her bag and handed it to Theodore. "We found a match for Grandma's heart. There was a meeting at the hospital and they came up with a new plan. Here are the details. Take a look and whether or not you want to perform surgery will depend on your opinion."

Theodore nodded.

He had heard about the success of replaceing a suitable donor from Moses.

Upon receiving the document, Theodore glanced at the back of Everleigh's hand from the corner of his eye. His gaze suddenly tightened. "What happened to your hand?"

"I'm fine." She pulled back her hand and subconsciously hid it under the table.

Then, Theodore put down the documents and grabbed her hand. He pulled it out from under the table and saw an obvious blister on the back of it. "Did you burn it while you were cooking?" These words hit Everleigh hard and she didn't even have time to deny it before she could replace other excuses. "Some oil just splashed onto my hand by mistake. It's no big deal." Then, Theodore's expression turned ugly. "What do you mean by 'no big deal'? This is your operating hand. How will you perform surgeries without it?"

"Isn't this because you wanted to vegetable omelet..."

Everleigh muttered in a low voice.

She just said it casually, but she didn't expect his face to look even more ghastly. A trace of annoyance flashed across his cold eyes.

"I'm fine," she quickly explained. "I'm really fine. I've applied burn cream, and it's just a slight burn. I don't even need to dress it. I'll be fine in a few days.'

After looking at her hand for a long time, Theodore finally let go of it. However, his expression remained grim.

"Let's eat first." Everleigh handed him the cutleries. "Yesterday's dishes were so bad, but you still ate them. Today, I made an effort to learn how to cook this from Sarah. Won't you show me some support?" Theodore raised his gaze, a hint of shock in his eyes.

Everleigh immediately knew what he was thinking and stuffed the cutlery into his hand. She said, "If Cecil didn't tell me how bad the meal I cooked yesterday was, I would really think that I'm gifted in cooking." In the afternoon, she went home after work. She was in high spirits and bought some vegetables at the market as well as a freshly butchered chicken.

As soon as she got home, she was stopped by Cecil when she was about to enter the kitchen.

"You're not cooking again today, right?"

"Yes, today I'll make vegetable omelets, and then I'll make chicken soup. It's easier than what I made yesterday."

"Stop." Cecil crossed her arms and leaned against the doorframe of the kitchen. "First, tell me, is the reckless person who ate the meal you made yesterday still alive?"

If Cecil hadn't taken out the day before's leftovers from the refrigerator and forced her to have a bite, she would never believe that her cooking skills were so poor. Thinking of this, Everleigh felt a little embarrassed and looked at Theodore. "You ate it even though it's so bad. Actually, it's fine if you just tell it to my face." "It's fine. I don't think it's bad."

"Then your tastebuds must be quite unique." Everleigh laughed, "Today's omelets are to make up for yesterday's failure. I won't cook again starting tomorrow."

Hearing these words, Theodore's brows furrowed slightly. His eyes, which had originally been calm, became a little cold. However, he calmed down again when he heard Everleigh say that Sarah would be cooking the next day.

"How long did you take to learn this dish?"

"Quite a while. I wasted about countless eggs." Everleigh chuckled. "You should have seen Cecil's face when she tried it out. It looked like she'd been poisoned."

"Don't cook anymore in the future."

"Huh?" Everleigh was surprised when she heard these harsh words in the middle of her sentence.