Sandra was hopeless in the kitchen. For years, Philip had pampered her like a noble lady, ensuring her delicate hands never lifted a finger for chores. He despised seeing her in the kitchen—once at the old mansion, when he caught her trying to cook with the servants, he'd snapped at her for the first time ever.
Memories twist under the weight of emotions.
Now, looking back, every moment in that mansion seemed draped in shadows, stripped of warmth.
Philip's strict prohibitions were precisely why she loved visiting Jac's place.
Here, she could breathe.
Especially after his breakup with Mikeia, she'd haunt his apartment—driven by nothing but heartache, desperate to stay by his side however she could.
Clumsy but determined to cheer him, she'd learned basic noodles from Paula. Jac treated
