Chapter 4: Her Cooking Skill

"You don't want a divorce? But yesterday, you said..." Louis was caught off guard by her response.

Freya remembered that the minor character had indeed been furious yesterday, calling Louis useless and threatening to divorce him. Her face stiffened. "Oh, that was because I was drunk. I didn't mean it. I've thought it through now. I can't divorce you at a time like this. Since we're married, I won't leave you now. From now on, I'll take responsibility for our life together. You don't need to worry about me. I can support myself, and maybe even support you."

When she looked up, Louis was staring at her with a strange expression. She knew her reaction was a complete departure from how the minor character had behaved before, and for a moment, she didn't know what else to say.

"If you don't want a divorce, then forget it. Just let me know whenever you change your mind," Louis said, not pressing further. He rubbed his temples, exhaustion evident in his features, and then got up to go wash up in the bathroom.

Freya awkwardly lowered her head and continued eating. She heard Louis pause for a few seconds after entering the bathroom, probably noticing how drastically different it looked after her cleaning. Then, the sound of running water started as he began washing up.

By the time she finished eating, Louis had also finished washing up. Contrary to Freya's expectation of another awkward encounter, he emerged fully dressed, his unfairly handsome face as composed as ever. He thanked Freya politely and headed to his bedroom, pausing briefly to say, "You should get some rest too," before closing the door.

Staring at the empty food container in front of her, Freya scratched her head, feeling as though she were in a dream. After organizing her thoughts once more, she went to wash up, then returned to her room and opened her laptop. She applied to open a personal store on an online secondhand marketplace before shutting down the computer and going to bed.

The next morning, Freya woke up at her usual time of six-thirty. After a moment of thought, she reluctantly got up, tidied the ingredients she had bought the day before, and started brewing coffee. Then, she went downstairs to buy breakfast.

When she returned, Louis had just stepped out of his room.

Even early in the morning, the man looked as composed and graceful as ever, with no trace of the exhaustion from staying up late. Hearing the noise, he looked up and, upon seeing the breakfast in Freya's hands, rubbed his eyes as if doubting what he was seeing.

"Good morning," Freya said, holding up the breakfast. "I bought some food and made coffee. Go wash up, and it'll be ready."

Without waiting for a response, she went to the kitchen to check on the coffee, ignoring Louis' bewildered expression behind her.

Since both of them had stayed up late the previous night, Freya had brewed coffee to help with their fatigue. By now, the coffee was almost ready. She poured two cups into the porcelain mugs she had bought the day before, arranged the breakfast on plates, and boiled some eggs while preparing a simple salad. By the time Louis came out of the bathroom, the table was set with what could barely be called a hearty breakfast.

The scene looked warm and inviting, but Louis felt none of it. He knew his wife well, married for over three years, she had never shown any talent for housework or cooking. Her only skill was shopping, and the background check before their marriage hadn't mentioned any of these abilities either.

Was she just pretending this whole time?

The calculating look in Louis' eyes was unmistakable. Freya quickly offered the excuse she had prepared the night before. "Before, we had maids and helpers, so I never had to do anything. Now that it's just the two of us and we're short on money, it doesn't make sense to keep eating out. My cooking isn't amazing, but it's edible. If you don't mind, you can come home for meals from now on."