Isabella stepped out from the room after a while. She was done exploring the house, and met Adrian In the kitchen, frying and cutting some vegetables.
The sound of cooking had pulled her attention.
She walked closer to make sure what she was seeing wasn't just her imaginations, and that Adrian was actually cooking. Neither said a word to each other, and she was surprised at how well he cut everything and sliced them perfectly. His knife work had to be on par with top chefs, and he was so fast she was sometimes scared he might cut a finger.
He washed the carrot with such delicacy, and soon enough the sweet aroma of the food wafted into her nose, and she inhaled deeply. The aroma alone had her off her seats, and moved closer to the lunch he was now serving.
Baked salmon, chicken saus
