She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 577: That Position Belonged to Him

The pink apron, which was almost torn apart by two people, ended up being worn by Benson. It must be said that he had a delicate and handsome appearance, even wearing such a girlish apron didn't look ou of place.

His shoulder-length hair was tied up and hung down behind him.

Although he couldn't see, Benson was adept and skillful in the kitchen, handling everything with ease.

In comparison, the two people on his left and right stood like stiff mountains, staring at Benson's cooking figure with wide eyes.

After washing the tomatoes, he held one tomato in one hand and a small knife in the other.

After slicing the tomatoes, he reached into the bowl and felt for the egg, tapping it against the edge of the bowl.

Crack.

The egg cracked.

Kelvin and Gordon felt their hearts shatter as well.

Kelvin had just wanted to show off in front of Cheyenne, only to be overshadowed by someone who couldn't even cook.

How despicable!

In his ears, he could hear the sound of a casual and warm conversation, which irritated the hidden flames of jealousy in Kelvin, almost causing them to burst out. "Cheyenne, where's the oil?"

"It's on the second cupboard to your left. I'll get it for you."

"Okay, thanks, Cheyenne."

"No problem, Benson. What are you cooking? It smells so good; I'm already salivating just from the aroma."

"You little glutton. You can eat it soon. I'm making tomato and egg over noodles. If your fridge wasn't empty, I could have made a stir-fried dish for you."

Cheyenne smiled and nodded, her eyes narrowing like a crescent moon.

Even though she had to get up early for work at the hospital, there was one advantage-she didn't have to worry about meals.

Gordon stood behind Benson, arms crossed, looking at the blind man with newfound admiration.

Being able to live independently despite physical disabilities and learning to cook was already quite remarkable.

Looking at his hands again, fair and slender, they were truly as beautiful as carved jade.

Miss Lawrence mentioned that her friend was a renowned musician.

When Gordon saw Benson cutting the tomatoes with his precious hands, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of agony for him.

For musicians, their hands are their life.

When his gaze inadvertently fell upon the scar on Benson's finger, Gordon's heart skipped a beat, unable to resist stealing a few more glances. Although the scar had become faint, almost indiscernible, it was a neat mark as if inflicted by a sharp blade.

But upon further thought, perhaps he accidentally injured himself while learning to cook.

After all, cooking was such a difficult task for a blind person.

Sizzle.

Once the oil reached the right temperature, Benson immediately poured in the beaten eggs, filling the kitchen with the aroma of eggs.

Cheyenne closed her eyes and took a deep breath, her cravings almost overwhelming.

Benson held a wooden spatula and stirred the eggs in the frying pan, explaining the cooking process and techniques with a calm and elegant voice, reminiscent of a cello.

"Cheyenne, you see. After pouring in the eggs, stir for about half a minute, then take it out. Add the tomatoes, which will take a bit longer, and stir-fry on high heat until they release their juice. Then add the previously cooked eggs, mix them together, and add a little water to thicken the sauce."

As he explained the process, everyone else was learning with exceptional seriousness.

In Kelvin's deep-set eyes, a glimmer of light flashed by swiftly. So, it was that simple.

He had thought cooking was much more difficult.

Glancing at Cheyenne's expression, he found she was standing by Benson's side, holding the bowl and waiting for him to scoop the dish into it.

These two figures, one tall and one short, both slender, formed a beautiful scene together.

Kelvin couldn't help but clench his fists, his lips forming a tight line, exposing his current unpleasant emotions.

The position Benson stood in originally belonged to him.

Thinking of this, Kelvin felt a bitter taste in his mouth, a myriad of uncomfortable feelings in his heart.

He turned desolately and walked out of the kitchen, sitting alone in the living room, where faint laughter could be heard from behind.

Self-mockingly, he thought that even if he quietly left now, perhaps Cheyenne wouldn't even notice.

"Alright, Cheyenne, it's time to eat."

"Great job, Benson! I'll get a bowl now, haha..."

Cheyenne praised Benson while

playfully counting her slender

fingers, but when she noticed that

there were only three people in the

kitchen, she turned her head to

glance at the figure about todeave at

the entrance of the living room.

Under the lamplight, that departing figure seemed vast and lonely, like an eternal mountain peak.

"Kelvin."

"What's the matter?"

Someone who had already taken a step forward stopped in disbelief. He didn't turn around but silently waited for Cheyenne's next words.This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

His large hands, resting on the sides of his pants, were sweaty with nervousness.

Cheyenne furrowed her beautiful

eyebrows and gave him a

displeased glare, saying in an

annoyed tone, "Even if you're busy,

eat before leaving. I cooked a whole

bow of noodles, wasting food is not good."

What!

Kelvin could hardly believe what he just heard. The bitterness and jealousy from earlier vanished instantly.

In their place, a sense of almost overflowing joy took over.

Cheyenne wanted him to stay for the meal!!!

It was just a change in wording, but the result was clear-she wanted him to stay!

With his back turned to her, the man revealed a silent, radiant smile. His white teeth contrasted against his cold and alluring appearance, softening his features.

He immediately turned around and

walked back to the dining table in

the living room with confident strides, calmly replying, "No rush, just thought the kitchen was filled with too much smoke. I wanted to open the door for some fresh air."

Too much smoke?

Don't they have an exhaust hood?

Cheyenne thought he was being overly fastidious about cleanliness again, pouting her red lips and letting out a light snort.

Under the lamplight.

Everyone sat together around the table, eating noodles in a heartwarming scene that Kelvin had never experienced before.

He ate slowly.

Not because his rival's noodles were particularly delicious, but because he wanted to spend more time with Cheyenne.

Even if it was just one more minute, one more second.

Cheyenne didn't care about maintaining a ladylike image, especially in her own home. She ate with her head lowered, the sound of her slurping noodles reaching everyone's ears. Influenced by her, Gordon's eating sounds also became louder. As a former soldier, he showed his military efficiency even in the act of eating.

As for Benson, he truly exemplified elegance, eating slowly with a graceful posture, as if engaged in an artistic endeavor.

And Kelvin, even while eating, exuded a hint of coldness and dominance.

Cheyenne took a few sips of soup, her shiny eyes glancing at the contents of Benson's bowl.

Still so much left?

Then she looked at Kelvin. This guy had hardly eaten his food.