Revenge is Best Served After Reborn (James)
Chapter 556

"Ssshh-!"

Sophie yelped as the hot casserole dish burned her hand. She sucked in a sharp breath of air as she quickly grabbed her earlobes to cool down.

"What happened?" James hurried into the kitchen. He noticed Sophie get hurt and immediately grabbed her hand to run it under cold water. Sophie glanced at James, then back at the hand he was holding.

Realizing his action might have been too abrupt, James withdrew his hand. "You... do it yourself."

Sophie calmly rinsed her hand under the water, leaving James looking somewhat sheepish. He said, "I'll go replace some burn cream for you."

Then, he left the kitchen and rummaged through the living room to replace the first aid kit.

Sophie didn't speak and just watched James from the kitchen, saying, "Don't bother if you can't replace it."

Indeed, the first aid kit was devoid of burn cream. James frowned while Sophie, unconcerned, walked to the kitchen, took out a new tube of cream, and applied it to the wound. James immediately called out to Sophie. "What are you doing?"

"Toothpaste can also relieve burns. You don't have to look for burn cream."

Sophie spoke lightly, leaving James to examine the tube of toothpaste in his hand more closely.

Toothpaste for burns? He had never known that.

Sophie never expected a CEO who dealt with billion-dollar projects daily to know such life hacks. Before coming here, she had prepared herself for a month of full-time nanny duties.

"Alright, Mr. Burke, if you're not busy, could you check on the stove for me? I'll be right there."

"...Okay."

James watched Sophie's wound with concern. Once she left the bathroom, he quickly dialed Colt's number, saying sternly, "Have the production team prepare some burn cream and send it over. Sophie got burned."

"Right away, Mr. Burke."

When Sophie emerged from the bathroom, he instructed again worriedly, "Tell the production team to hurry. It must arrive within twenty minutes."

"...Okay."

Sophie came out to see James acting all secretive. She frowned and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Nothing." James put away his phone, his expression indifferent.

Although Sophie found his behavior odd, she didn't dwell on it. Right now, she was focused only on finishing the day's duties as a nanny. Twenty minutes later, Sophie heard the doorbell ring.

She went to open the door, only to replace a delivery guy standing outside. He swiftly handed her the medicine, then turned and ran off.

"Hey!" Sophie wanted to call out to him, but he was too quick, making it impossible for her to catch up.

Sophie looked down at the burn cream in her hand, then at James, who was busily tidying the table in the living room, and asked, "Did you buy this for me?"

This island seemed nice, but she couldn't imagine its delivery services being so efficient that the order could arrive in just ten minutes. Had the production team arranged it?

"Not me. It must have been the production team," James offered a plausible explanation.

Sophie nodded, "The production team is quite considerate."

Hearing this, a small smile appeared on James' face.

"Toothpaste is a home remedy, definitely not as effective as burn cream. Can you apply it yourself?"

"Yeah."

Sophie sat on the sofa, applying the burn cream to her fingers on her own.

James, from a distance, silently brought the casserole dish to the table.

The sky had darkened completely. James suggested Sophie rest upstairs for a while. After taking a short rest, she went downstairs, worried about the lack of content. She saw several dishes appear out of nowhere on the table and asked in confusion, "The food..."

"Try it, see if it's good." James had somehow tied an apron around himself, looking quite the part of a home cook.

Sophie, unhesitant, took a seat.

Upon seeing the dishes clearly, Sophie asked, "Is this meatloaf, beef pie, and... chicken wings?"

Her frown deepened. "You made these?"

The difficulty was not trivial.

"Hmmm..."

James coughed, glancing towards the trash can nearby. Following his gaze, Sophie looked towards the kitchen trash can, only to see it filled with burnt food. Sophie couldn't help but laugh. "You made all these messes?"

"...I really can't cook." James diverted his gaze, looking somewhat uncomfortable.

Sophie said, "If you can't cook, then don't. It's a waste of food."

"Okay, got it." James agreed, then went over to serve Sophie some food.

Facing the table full of dishes, Sophie lost her appetite.

Apart from the beef stew that she had spent the afternoon preparing herself, everything else was takeout. It seemed to have been delivered quite a while ago, as the food was a bit cold. They barely ate a few bites before starting to clear the table.

Meanwhile, in the control room, the director scratched his head. "Can we make a cut out of this?"