Chapter 402

Ethan scooped a spoonful of steaming soup, blew on it carefully, and brought it to her lips. "Black chicken soup. Good for blood circulation."

Sophia stared at the golden broth, its aroma filling her nostrils. She pursed her lips. "After this sip, am I meeting my maker?"

"You finished the porridge just fine this morning," Ethan arched a brow. "If I wanted to harm you, would I go through all this trouble?"

Sophia froze.

That sweet, perfectly cooked porridge—he made it himself?

She suddenly remembered the poorly presented dishes on the table after she woke up from being drugged. Back then, he'd stubbornly denied cooking them, claiming they were takeout.

Who knew his culinary skills had improved so much in such a short time?

"My arm's tired," he said, shaking the spoon slightly.

Reluctantly, she took a sip. The rich flavor exploded on her tongue, making her eyes narrow in pleasure.

"Well?" His eyes gleamed with anticipation.

"Passable." She turned her face away.

Ethan chuckled and ruffled her hair. "Go wash up. Dinner's ready."

Sophia glared at him. How could he act so casual?

"Need me to carry you?" He started to rise.

"..."

The bathroom door slammed shut with enough force to shake the walls.

Ethan rubbed his nose. Another tantrum.

Ten minutes later, Sophia emerged, emotions under control. If he insisted on playing housekeeper, so be it.

The dining table was laden with dishes. Fish congee steamed gently, noodles perfectly separated, and an array of sides—emerald shrimp, silken tofu, a vibrant fruit platter.

"I wanted to make dessert," he pulled out a chair, "but you're still on dietary restrictions."

Sophia stirred the fish congee. "This is enough. Don’t come again. Your fiancée might get the wrong idea."

"Wrong idea?" He sat across from her. "Who?"

"The wedding's tomorrow," she met his gaze. "Shouldn’t the groom be busy?"

Ethan methodically shredded the fish and pushed the bowl toward her. "Last night, when you clung to me begging, you didn’t seem to mind."

His lips curled coldly. "So I’m only useful at night?"