Nathan Bolton had just stepped into the house when he caught the scent of something delicious from the kitchen.
After changing his shoes, he walked to the kitchen door and paused.
A smile gradually spread in his deep eyes, and his lips curled slightly.
His wife was busy in the kitchen, wearing an apron over her casual home clothes, and looking down...
Nathan Bolton went to the entrance, found a pair of slippers, and returned to the kitchen.
"Why aren't you wearing shoes again?"
His gaze fell on her fair bare feet, and his ears turned red instantly.
"I forgot,"
Lorraine Hughes said, slipping her feet into the slippers.
"Next time, don't," Nathan Bolton embraced her from behind, "Smells good, what are you cooking?"
"Yam and pork rib soup, want a taste?" She bent a spoon for tasting and brought it to Nathan Bolton's lips.
"It's very tasty."
Nathan Bolton knew her cooking skills were exceptional, just that she rarely cooked.
He couldn't bear to see her buried in the kitchen.
