Chapter 731
Lucas frowned when he saw the sandwich. “It’s already so late in the morning and you haven’t had your breakfast yet?”
Being really hungry, Corinne picked up the sandwich and took a bite before saying, “Yeah. It’s a long story. A lot of things
happened that prevented me from having my breakfast in peace. You have no idea what I had to go through to be able to eat this
sandwich right now. You probably had your breakfast already so forgive me for not offering you any.”
Lucas did not mind because he did not come here to eat. More importantly, he was worried for her. “You’re pregnant, Corinne. A
plate of sandwiches is hardly nutritious enough to grow a healthy baby. Not to mention you should have your breakfast earlier.”
“Like I said, something happened to prevent me from having breakfast earlier. Besides, it’s going to be lunchtime soon,” said
Corinne nonchalantly.
Lucas checked the time on his wristwatch. “It won’t be lunchtime for another two more hours. Don’t tell me you’re going to go
hungry until then.”
Corinne waved the sandwich in front of him. “Hello, I’m eating, aren’t I?”
Lucas frowned and turned to look at Bowen accusingly. “Is this how you all have been taking care of her all this while?”
Bowen did not get why Lucas was so angry but even so, he kept his tone polite as he answered, “Mister Lucas, things are not as
they seem. All the ingredients are delivered to the kitchen. three times a day and according to mealtimes. This morning, the
kitchen along with the nutritionist prepared a very lavish breakfast spread for Ma’am but due to some reason... she didn’t get to
eat it. And since the ingredients for lunch haven’t been delivered yet, the kitchen. can only make the sandwich with what they
have...”
Lucas looked at the plain sandwich in Corinne’s hand before turning back to ask Bowen, “Then does the kitchen have any
oatmeal and dried nuts or berries?”
“Yes, the kitchen does keep a supply of grains and dry foods in the pantry. Only fresh vegetables, meat, and seafood are freshly
delivered three times a day so the kitchen doesn’t keep any stock of those ingredients.”
Lucas stood up and said, “Great. Prepare the oatmeal and dried nuts or berries for me. I’m going to use them to cook
something.”
Bowen was slightly taken aback. After a while, he finally said, “Yes, Mister Lucas. Please wait a moment.”
Corinne continued to chew on her sandwich while looking at Lucas with her eyebrow raised. What the h*ll is going on? Is he
really going to cook something in this house? This isn’t like him at all.’
Lucas took off his suit jacket and walked into the kitchen while rolling up his sleeves. Bowen had no idea what was going on too.
‘What exactly is happening here? Did Mister Lucas specially drop by just to cook something?’
While thinking of that, Bowen quickly instructed a servant to report this turn of events to Jeremy.
While Lucas was busying himself in the kitchen, Corinne could be found leaning against the kitchen doorway, chomping on her
sandwich and watching Lucas curiously.
“Mister Lucas, I never knew you could cook,” said Corinne.
Lucas was hovering over the stove and stirring the pot. After a few seconds of silence, he finally said, “To be honest, I only know
how to cook a few of my sister’s favorite dishes since. she would beg me nonstop to play house with her when we were young.”
Corinne did a double take before continuing to chew on her dry sandwich. A hint of coldness flashed through her eyes as she
chuckled softly. “Well, I guess I have Miss Anya to thank for getting this chance to try your cooking.”
Jeremy suddenly stopped stirring the pot. He then turned around and looked at her weirdly with reddened eyes. “Why don’t you
wait outside? All these fumes wouldn’t be good for the baby. I’ll bring out the food once it’s done.”
Corinne shrugged and said, “Alright. I’ll leave you to it then.” She then went back to the dining room. ‘Did Lucas take the wrong
medicine today? Or is this another one of his tricks to make me give up Jeremy so that Anya can have him? Well, in any case,
things are surely getting interesting.’