His Real Wedded Bride

Chapter 1239 Household Bliss

Upon hearing Cassie's words, Nick thought she was just making too big of a fuss. All he did was cut

himself while preparing food in the kitchen—was it necessary to be so concerned? However, seeing the

worried expression on her face and considering what she had done for him, Nick felt warmth surge

through him.

Without saying anything, he merely ended up nodding.

After dealing with his wound, Cassie suddenly realized that she was acting like she was taking care of

her beloved. The thought made redness creep into her cheeks.

Of course, she was used to fulfilling a nurse's duty at the hospital—it was second nature to her to look

after the wounded. The difference was that this time, she was facing a certain Prince Charming. Such a

situation required far more attention and caution.

The continuous sound of boiling water broke the silent tension between them. Both were taken by

surprise when they realized the noodles were ready.

As Nick was about to attend to the food, Cassie stopped him. "Why don't you just sit down and rest? I'll

go take care of it."

Quickening her pace, she practically sprinted to the kitchen.

As she continued the breakfast preparations, she was so focused on moving skillfully and proficiently

that she didn't even notice that Nick stood by the door, watching her every move.

After the noodles were readied, Cassie split everything into two sets and prepared the table.

In front of them were meals of tasty sparerib tomato soup with fresh noodles and a layer of green

onions sprinkled tastefully over them to complete the delicious cuisine.

Appreciating the dish in front of him, Nick never thought that he had the talent for cooking. Surprisingly,

he made the simple noodles taste spectacular. As he ate, he guessed that Cassie added in some

special flavor that elevated the dish.

After finishing the noodles, Nick made sure to drink the soup, licking his lips to further relish the flavor.

"Hah!" When Cassie saw him behave like a glutton, she couldn't help but laugh.

Hearing her chuckle, Nick realized how awkward he had just behaved. Suddenly, his cheeks turned as

red as the tomato soup.

"Well…

I just don't want to waste such delicious food…" he murmured in embarrassment.

After a moment, Cassie smiled and pushed her own bowl toward him. "Here. It's yours, if you don't

mind. I'm already full."

Acting on instinct, Cassie herself didn't know why she offered him her noodles. When she realized what

she just did, she started blushing as well.

'What was I thinking? It's so embarrassing to offer him my unfinished noodles!'

Feeling the shame overcome her, she wished she could find a hole to disappear in to escape Nick's

eyes. However, what happened next astonished her to the point of disbelief.

After a few silent seconds, Nick merely took the bowl and started eating out of it with his chopsticks

without a word.

Seeing this, Cassie began flipping inside, her face increasingly flushing for every bite he took.

Somehow, it was so intriguing to watch him eat up her dish. Why did he seem so comfortable doing so?

Did he not realize that it was her leftover? Did he not mind finishing other girls' food?

At that moment, Cassie almost felt dizzy as her heartbeat sped up. Her breathing seemed stuttered

because of her excessive nervousness and excitement.

After drinking up the soup, Nick began clearing up the table until Cassie grabbed the bowls from his

hand, wiped the table off efficiently, and walked to the kitchen.

It was a wordless moment because she was too afraid that her voice would tremble from the thrill of the

situation.

As he watched Cassie rush into the kitchen, Nick continued to blush.

In truth, he was so willing to finish the rest of the noodles because he didn't want to embarrass her.

What did it mean when a girl offered her leftovers to a man for him to finish them? Of course, Nick

wasn't stupid and he understood what it was. Although he was reluctant to admit that Cassie was

special to him, he was already crushing on her—it was an easy decision for him to spare her feelings

by finishing up her bowl.

Listening as Cassie washed the dishes, Nick leaned back into his chair, relishing in the fantastic time

he was having.

How long had it been since he felt any kind of warmth in his home?

The scene was so clear in his mind—a girl was busy in the kitchen preparing food while he rested in

the living room after a whole day at work. After he took a shower to wash off his fatigue, she would

bring the homemade delicacies when he took a seat at the table. At the end of the meal, the girl would

sit with him and they would share some chit chat or watch a movie together. What a good day!

These happy images filled Nick's head pretty much every day but in the end, they were mere fantasies

—things he looked forward to but never existed.

Only at that moment, his feelings were so strong and real. A girl like Cassie was exactly what he

always wished for.

Standing up from his chair almost unconsciously, he headed for the kitchen and watched as Cassie

handled the dishes. Suddenly, his mind grew more settled and reassured.

Right at that moment, he had a sudden impulse to step forward, embrace her wholeheartedly and

gently whisper into her ear, "Please stay. Don't leave me alone."

Yet, he felt ashamed to do such a thing. Why would he act on his feelings? Did he have any right to do

so?

Why was he so certain that he had the right to make a radical change to Cassie's future? Was he

absolutely certain that he was capable of making a promise and ensuring Cassie a happy life?

In the end, he couldn't keep thinking about it—he concluded that it was merely a beautifully weaved

fantasy.

As the illusion drifted away from him, Nick's eyes dimmed back to normal. Before he turned around, he

took one last glimpse at Cassie and was satisfied.

Maybe another time, when he saw Cassie on the street or some other place, he would greet her with a

smile. But that was all. He wouldn't do anything else.

Meanwhile, it was a lovely, sunny day outside and the breeze was fresh and clean.

Leaving behind yesterday's unpleasant memory, Sheryl quickly got up from her bed. Going about the

usual morning routine, she woke up the kids and got them ready for school.

The previous night, Clark felt rather uncomfortable and slept early to drive the feeling away. When

morning came, he recovered and seemed no different from usual.

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Sheryl checked him with concern.

Shaking his head, he gave his mother a reassuring reply. "I was just dizzy, Mom. I'm fine now that I've

slept. Please don't worry."

After glancing at his sister, he turned back to Sheryl and asked, "Shirley told me that Grandma scolded

you last night."

A combination of feelings began bubbling up inside her at his words. Never would have she imagined

that Shirley would tell Clark about what happened. Last night, Sheryl had hoped that she could spare

her son all the drama if he went to bed earlier. Unlike his peers, Clark had always been incredibly

considerate and mature for his age, but Sheryl didn't want her son to become too familiar with the dark

side of humanity at such a young age.