Isabella Weaver was taken home by Harry Hunter. She had calmed down, but she was still upset about Harry taking Natalie Niles with him.
After getting home, she ignored him and went straight to the kitchen, wanting to make something to eat.
Unfortunately, she wandered around the kitchen for a long time and still didn't know how to cook.
Harry Hunter stood with his arms crossed at the kitchen door, watching her take a fish out of the fridge, think about it for a while, and then put it back. She took out a box of mushrooms, hesitated for a moment, and then put it back as well. She took out a piece of rock-hard frozen ribs, and finally, helplessly put it back.
She can't cook, this is great!
He would never allow her to learn to cook; it would be best if she remained pampered, so pampered that she couldn't do anything on her own, so pampered that she couldn't live without him, so she would never leave.
"What do you want to eat?"
