Chapter 34: Can't Women Hold It In?

"Didn't you eat?"

Andrew Locke looked up and saw Nora Hart coming out in black satin pajama pants, which were too long, so she rolled them up a bit.

"Yeah."

"Just order takeout, cooking is too much trouble."

Andrew Locke: ....Indeed! Clearly unaware of the hardships of the world, Nora Hart.

"Why do you always ignore me?" Nora pulled up a chair, sat at the kitchen entrance with her legs tucked, and watched him.

With a white shirt and black trousers wrapping his tall figure, who would have thought that the nouveau riche of Capital Port would cook his own soup after leaving the business world?

This kind of ascetic yet homey identity tickled Nora's fancy.

"I'm not the same kind as Miss Hart."

"Just being a partner in bed is enough!"

"Miss Hart, has anyone ever told you that your brain has some issues?"

"Or rather, dirty issues."

Nora rested her chin on her hands, watching Andrew methodically chop vegetables and then cook the noodles.