Chapter 150 Christopher Hart's Apology

Amelia Garcia glanced at him, pursed her lips, and said nothing more.

Christopher Hart too didn't seem to mind; he sipped the millet porridge and looked up, "Did you cook this?"

"Yeah, doesn't it taste good?" She was puzzled.

"No, it's delicious," the man said with a smile, bowing his head to continue eating the porridge, "it's just... to be able to eat breakfast made by you in this lifetime is a rare fortune."

"..." She was somewhat speechless, not knowing how to respond.

Indeed, when she used to be with him, even though their relationship was awkward and they seemed like strangers, the house had plenty of servants and chefs, and she still lived the life of a wealthy lady.

She truly never had to lift a finger for menial tasks; she couldn't even wash rice.

Yet, after the divorce, she was abroad with her two children.

Although she also hired a Filipino helper, she mostly took care of the children's needs herself.