Samara couldn't stand being looked at like this, so she directly walked past Roland, washed her hands, and brought out the two dishes he made after wearing the heat-resistant gloves.
Roland watched as she walked out and revealed a gentle smile. Then he turned around and moved on to the third dish.
Roland was much better at cooking than Samara had imagined. The three dishes he cooked for lunch could help ease her period pain.
But only later did Samara find out that Roland was so careful.
She had just gotten off the plane with no appetite, so she did not eat much and glanced at Roland who was sitting opposite her. "There is juice and red wine in the fridge. Do you want some?"
"No." Roland shook his head. "Do you have no appetite?"
Afraid that he would misunderstand, Samara nodded and explained, "It's because I just got off the plane."
Roland had also finished eating and cleared away the dishes, asking, "Do you have a dishwasher?"