Chapter 254

She hadn’t expected that even with Aurora not at home, she still couldn’t get a chance to talk or connect with Lucas.

Wendy was unwilling to give up.

She followed him into the kitchen, her voice syrupy sweet as she asked, “Lukey, is there anything I can help you with?”

“No. You should leave,” Lucas said without even looking up, fully focused on what he was doing.

Wendy didn’t budge an inch.

Acting as if it was a casual question, she asked, “Oh, Lukey, it’s been so long since I’ve tasted your cooking. Are you making this for me?”

Only then did Lucas raise his head, his gaze chillingly cold.

“Wait till there’s some left. This has nothing to do with you.”

He went back to kneading the dough, preparing a mille-feuille pancake—Aurora’s favorite.

It took time, which was why he’d gone straight to the kitchen after returning home. Still, he was barely managing to finish it in time.

Wendy acted like she didn’t understand a word he’d said and remained in the kitchen, refusing to leave.

She stared at Lucas’s focused expression, especially the high bridge of his nose and those sensual, thin lips. His eyes were sharp, fixed intently on his movements, not allowing himself a moment of distraction. Just looking at his profile made Wendy’s heart flutter.

But the moment she remembered that everything he was doing was for another woman, her stomach twisted. Why? Why did the golden boy she had always admired now willingly step into the kitchen for someone else? He was born for greatness—why should he lower himself to cook for Aurora? None of it made sense.

No matter how angry she was, Wendy knew she couldn’t stop him.

All she could do was watch him humble himself just to win Aurora over.

Lucas had spent the whole evening in the kitchen, carefully making Aurora’s favorite mille-feuille pancake.

He glanced at the time, guessing she was about to get off work, and sent her another message. But even after a while, there was still no reply from her.

The light in his eyes dimmed slightly at the sight of the unread message.

Still, he carefully kept the pancake warm, making sure Aurora could have the freshest first bite when she returned.

Wendy watched from the side, her heart twisting at how meticulous and gentle Lucas was.

She couldn’t help but say, “Lukey, why isn’t Aurora back yet? It’s been quite a while now. If she doesn’t get back soon, the pancake won’t taste as good.”

She pursed her lips inwardly. If that woman didn’t know how to appreciate it, then she would eat it instead. Someone should cherish this moment—why couldn’t that someone be her?

But Lucas ignored her, speaking quietly to himself, “She’ll be back soon. The first bite is for her.”

His eyes still shimmered with hope. He believed Aurora would come back tonight.

Still, despite what he said, he couldn’t stop checking his phone over and over again.

Every move was seen by Wendy, who clenched her hands, her back teeth grinding tight. She felt the pity on his behalf.

“Aurora Walton, you better not come back. Then Lukey will be disappointed in you,” Wendy thought. Seriously, what did she ever do to deserve someone like him waiting on her like this?

As for Aurora—John had made a last-minute request, so she was busy redrafting the contract and hadn’t checked her phone at all.