Chapter 372: Chapter 372

Quinn Lockwood didn’t expect that Elias Sinclair could just change clothes right in front of her as if nothing were going on, so she bashfully closed her eyes and buried her head in the closet.

Wait a minute, when did she get Elias Sinclair’s clothes in her closet?

Quinn poked her head out, intending to question Elias about when he slipped his clothes in there, only to see the man putting on clothes, his firm and sexy abs rising and falling with his breathing, making one involuntarily drool.

"What do you want to eat? How about blueberry pancakes and sweet potato pie?" Elias asked Quinn softly as he adjusted the cuffs of his shirt.

This was the first time Quinn saw Elias wearing light-colored loungewear.

Although it was a plain, pure white, compared to his usual serious white shirts, it made Elias appear gentler and more elegant.

For a moment, Quinn felt as if she had an illusion, as if the man in front of her was truly her recently married, loving husband.

"That’s fine," Quinn nodded, feeling a warm, tingling sensation in her heart, with a slight tremor, and sparkling stars in her clear eyes.

After Elias went downstairs, Quinn lay on the bed, idly staring at the ceiling for a while without seeing Elias come back up.

Strange, didn’t he say he’d call her for breakfast? Breakfast usually only takes about ten minutes to get ready.

Quinn’s stomach began to growl involuntarily, making her feel a bit uncomfortable from hunger.

Maybe it was because the breakfast time had passed, so the chef had to start preparing the ingredients again, which is why it’s taking so long.

Quinn got out of bed, tidied up a bit, and decided to go to the kitchen to check things out.

As she walked down the hallway to the kitchen, she smelled the rich aroma of pancakes, instantly activating her taste buds.

She briskly walked to the kitchen, the morning sunlight glaring through the glass, making her squint, and she vaguely saw a tall and clean silhouette.

"Elias?" Quinn squinted her eyes and quickly stepped into the kitchen.

She saw Elias leaning over the table, gently placing a few blueberries to decorate the pancakes on the plate with his slender, fair hands.

He then turned on the coffee machine beside him, expertly brewing Quinn’s daily essential cup of black coffee.

"Your timing is just right; we can start eating," he said with a gentle smile on his handsome face, taking the sweet potato pie out of the oven and placing it alongside the pancakes and coffee on the tray.

He unscrewed the jar of cheese sauce, slowly spreading his fingers to gently squeeze the sauce, his movements so gentle and smooth, like an expert appraising a delicate antique.

Quinn stood there dumbfounded, unable to believe what she was seeing.

Elias could actually cook, and it was an American breakfast at that.

She took a deep breath, trying to savor the rich, tantalizing aroma, her eyes landing on the tray in Elias’s hand, feeling a tingling sensation all over her body, as if a colony of ants was marching over her skin.

"Don’t you like it?" Elias, seeing Quinn staring at the breakfast in his hand in surprise, thought perhaps she didn’t kind of flavor.

"No, no, it’s just... I can hardly believe it," Quinn shook her head vigorously, reaching out to take the tray from Elias, but was refused.

She never thought that Elias could cook, let alone that he would specially make a meal for her.

Quinn tried to recall any memory of Elias in the kitchen, merging her own memories with Savannah Lowell’s, but couldn’t remember a single instance.

"Let’s head to the dining room," Elias raised his hand, lightly nudging Quinn’s shoulder, signaling her to go eat.

Quinn sat at the dining table, hands resting on the table, carefully examining the breakfast in front of her.

"I’ve never seen you in the kitchen before," Quinn looked up at Elias, a faint hint of joy in her eyes and smile.

He caught the subtle expression in Quinn’s eyes, curving his lips into a faint smile, his voice slightly low, "Just because I haven’t been there doesn’t mean I can’t."

"How does it taste?" Elias tapped his finger on the table, slightly raising his eyebrows, indicating Quinn should pick up a spoon, his gaze filled with a hint of anticipation.

Quinn had been unable to contain her excitement for a while; she scooped up a spoonful of pancakes and put it in her mouth. The moment it melted on her tongue, a rich sweetness awakened her taste buds. Thᴇ link to the origɪn of this information rᴇsts ɪn NoveI~Fire.net

"It’s delicious!" Quinn raised her head, stars twinkling in her eyes, licking off a residue of sauce from the corner of her mouth with her nimble tongue.

The flavor of these blueberry pancakes was unique, unlike anything she had eaten outside.

Quinn glanced at the man in front of her, seeing him resting a hand on the table, watching her with delighted eyes, making her feel a bit bashful.

"Is there something on my face?" Quinn blinked awkwardly, wiping her face haphazardly after putting down the spoon.

Elias chuckled softly, shaking his head, finding Quinn especially adorable when she was eating.

Like a little kid, entirely focused on her favorite food, her eyes twinkling like little stars.

His smile deepened; he took a gentle sip of coffee, seemingly trying to hide something.

Watching Quinn eat so happily, Elias’s deep eyes sparkled brighter, emanating a charming warmth.

He picked up his phone that was resting beside him and softly called, "Savannah Lowell."

Quinn abruptly looked up, seeing Elias lift his phone to her, instinctively waving her hand and flashing a sweet, fresh smile.

It was absolutely a reflexive reaction befitting a star.

As the camera shutter clicked, Quinn finally realized what happened.

"What are you doing?" she exclaimed, shocked at Elias taking her photo, staring at him wide-eyed in bewilderment.

"Just capturing daily life, nothing to worry about," Elias reassured, looking at the photo he just took with a satisfied smile.

Quinn felt a little awkward.

She couldn’t quite put her finger on why she felt that way; her heart was itchy, her body a bit warm, and her head slightly buzzing.

Yet as soon as she picked up the spoon, all her discomfort and strange feelings were forgotten.

After breakfast, the atmosphere between them was significantly more relaxed. If she weren’t a bit embarrassed, Quinn would have really wanted another strawberry cheesecake.

When Elias moved to the study to deal with some documents, his gaze landed on his phone, and he logged onto X.