Simon reached out to pat her head gently.
"Since your fever's gone, why don't you get up and eat something?"
With that, he turned and left the bedroom.
Taking a deep breath, Amelia shook off the jumble of emotions and got up to take a shower.
When she came out, Simon had already set the table.
"Red bean porridge," he said, glancing at her briefly. "Try it. It's my first time cooking, not sure how it tastes."
She paused, surprise flickering in her eyes.
She never expected Simon to be the kind of guy who'd cook.
In the three years they'd been together, this was the first time she'd seen him in charge of the kitchen. Honestly, she couldn't even picture him standing in front of a stove.
Noticing her hesitation, Simon raised an eyebrow.
"What's wrong? Don't like
