The moment Jace Lennox looked over, he heard Phoebe Faulkner shouting to him from the kitchen, "Hang on, I'm almost done."
Her shout carried a faint tremor.
This discovery caused his expression to darken.
Previously, Phoebe Faulkner had been a perfectionist in the kitchen, which made her slow. But today, she had focused only on speed, managing to prepare three dishes and a soup in just half an hour. She brought everything to the table and called Jace Lennox over to eat.
Jace Lennox stood up and walked to the dining table.
What greeted him was the sight of some rather unappetizing-looking stir-fried vegetables.
"The rice will be ready in a moment. If you're hungry, why don't you have a bowl of soup first?" Phoebe Faulkner said, eagerly ladling a bowl for Jace Lennox. She looked up at him with a docile expression. "It's seaweed and egg drop soup."
"Are you that afraid of me?" Jace Lennox asked, his gaze fixed on Phoebe Faulkner rather than the bowl of soup.
