Chapter 17

On their way home, Cedric reviewed the hospital report his secretary had given him. He felt relieved reading the phrases “minor injuries” and “no serious damage to the patient’s internal organs and bones,” at least six or seven times.

Beside him, Jolene snatched the report and tossed it into her bag. Her tone was cheerful. “I told you I was fine, yet you insisted on taking me to the hospital. You can stop worrying now, right?”

“Seeing your checkup results reassured me. Besides, it only took a little time.”

Jolene nodded. Then, she remembered something. “When did you get the surveillance footage from around Preston’s villa?”

“This morning.”

Jolene was confused. “He had no idea?”

“It doesn’t matter. All his assets go through me: his house, car, company shares… everything.”

A vague thought eluded Jolene, leaving only a lingering feeling. She decided not to dwell on it. With an eager look, she asked Cedric if he’d like to try her cooking.

Cedric’s eyes widened. “You know how to cook?”

Jolene, unlike her usual 21-year-old self, had learned to cook from a nutritionist after giving birth in her past life. She modestly said she knew the basics.

However, she burnt the fish, filling the kitchen with smoke. She stammered, “Most recipes I know are for simple, nutritious meals. It’s my first time frying fish.”

Cedric stifled his laughter. “You should make those simple meals next time. We should eat healthily to stay together for a long, long time.”

Jolene felt melancholic. In her past life, Cedric had lived only to 35, and she died the same year. Even combined, they hadn’t lived a hundred years. Though their fates had changed, the future was uncertain.

Noticing her expression, Cedric changed the subject. “Why fish, if you’ve never cooked it before?”

Jolene stammered, unable to give a good excuse. Exasperated, she smudged the soot on her hands onto Cedric’s clothes. “I heard you like fish. I shouldn’t have tried if I knew you’d say this.”

Cedric wiped her hands and appeased her. “I’ll eat it even if it’s burnt, since my wife cooked it. Should we get more fish? I’ll help.”

His words boosted her confidence. After several hours and three fish, she made a milky white fish soup. Cedric immediately took a picture and posted it on social media: “The first bowl of fish soup my wife made.”

Within minutes, there were over a hundred likes and comments: “Who made that? When did Jo learn to cook?” “So jealous!” “I want some! Let us try your wife’s cooking!”