Despite his rare use of the private kitchen, Nanny White ensured the fridge was stocked daily with fresh ingredients, just in case the master of the house felt inspired.
Now, Xavier realized he had inadvertently discovered a new chef with considerable potential.
He glanced at the steaming bowl of noodles, his dark brows knitting together in a sharp line. "I don't eat cilantro."
"Oh, really? Let me pick that out for you."
Chloe immediately picked up her chopsticks, tending to the "Master of the House" with meticulous care. She leaned in close, focused on fishing out every tiny green leaf from the broth.
From this distance, Xavier studied her. Her brows were dark and well-defined, her eyes large and clear, and her lips possessed a natural, healthy flush. Her skin was like fine white por
