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    The ck apron hugged his lean waist, paired with sleek ck dress pants that showed off his long legs. His tie was gone, and the cor of his shirt was casually undone.


    With a te in one hand and a bottle of milk in the other, he moved with effortless ease, like he belonged in this cozy. domestic scene.


    Zinnia pressed her lips together, her gaze lingering on him. ‘He looks so good in an apron, she thought. It was apletely different side of him–so much more down–to–earth than the polished image she had in her head.


    ‘What was it Maisie called this? Oh, right–husband vibes. Yeah, that’s it. He’s got that perfect husband energy, she mused, at small smile tugging at her lips.


    “Zinnia, I don’t have any snacks here, just some fruit. Let’s have some fruit to tide us over. Make yourself at home–look around, do whatever you like.”


    Yannis walked into the living room and immediately noticed Zinnia sitting quietly, not moving at all.


    He walked over<b>, </b>set down a fruit tter filled with strawberries, grapes, and neatly sliced kiwi, and ced a ss of milk beside it.


    “Okay,” Zinnia nodded softly.


    “What do you feel like eating?” Yannis asked, curious about her preferences.


    “Anything’s fine,” Zinnia replied. After all, when you’re eating at someone else’s house, you can’t be picky.


    “Alright, then I’ll make some meat for you. I remember seeing you enjoy itst time,” Yannis said, ncing at her. He knew they weren’t close yet–not like her and Jackson. Zinnia probably wouldn’t open up to him so <b>easily</b>.


    Zinnia’s gaze shifted slightly, a hint of surprise shing across her face. “Okay,” she murmured.


    But when she heard he was going <b>to </b>cook, she looked up at him in surprise. ‘Wait, he’s cooking? Seriously? A guy like him, raised in luxury, actually knows his way around a kitchen?‘ she thought.


    She thought he’d just order takeout or have someone deliver food. The fact that he was going <b>to </b>cook himself was unexpected.


    “Alright, Zinnia, just <b>rx </b>for a bit. I’ll cook something up quickly. Or, <b>if </b>you want, you can start on your homework while you wait,” Yannis said with a smile.


    He nced at the clock. It was already close to <b>six</b>. Zinnia had been out of school since five–thirty, and after a full day of sses, she was probably starving. At her age, eating on time was important for her growth.


    As he left, Zinnia couldn’t help but remind herself of a harsh reality: homework still existed. Her fondness for the handsome and charming Yannis took a slight hit.


    Zinnia thought, ‘Homework. The ultimate charm killer. Even someone as good–looking as him isn’t immune!


    Zinnia skewered a strawberry with a toothpick and popped it into her mouth. Grabbing her backpack, she slid off the sofa and <b>sat </b>cross–legged on the floor. She adjusted her skirt and draped a rug over her legs for warmth.


    She pulled out a stack of senior year test papers from her bag. ‘Endless tests, she thought with a sigh. ‘Big ones<b>, </b>small ones, weekly ones… They just kepting!


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    One person was busy cooking in the kitchen, while the other quietly worked on homework in the living room. There wasn’t much conversation, but the atmosphere felt inexplicably calm and harmonious.


    Yannis nced out of the kitchen, his eyes softening as he caught sight of the small figure sitting on the floor,pletely absorbed in her work. A warmth he didn’t even notice crept into his gaze.


    The quiet was only broken by the faint sizzle of oil from the kitchen and the soft rustling of test papers being turned.


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    “Zinnia, take a break from your homework. Go wash your hands–dinner’s ready,” Yannis called out warmly after setting the dishes on the table.


    “Alright,” Zinnia replied, putting down her pen. She carefully packed her things into her bag, making sure everything was in order for when she needed to leave. Then, she took out her small medicine pouch and ced it within easy reach.


    After washing her hands in the kitchen, Zinnia returned to the dining table. The sight of the dishes stopped her in her tracks. The vibrant colors, the rich aroma–it all reminded her of her master’s cooking.


    The table <b>was </b>set with four dishes and a soup. They were simple, home–cooked dishes, but the generous portions of meat made them stand out. The aroma wafting up was warm and inviting, making her stomach rumble.


    Zinnia nced at each dish, her years of watching her master cook telling her they would taste just as amazing as they looked. Simple, hearty meals like these were all she ever needed to feel at home.


    She thought back to her life in the quiet mountain vige with her master. If she had her way, she’d still be there–digging for herbs on the hills during their free time, far away from the bustling city of Jinston.


    In spring, they nted vegetables; in summer, they caught tiny shrimp in the streams. Autumn meant gathering golden ginkgo leaves, and winter was for building snowmen with carrot noses. They didn’t have much, but with her master, life was perfect.


    ‘Betty always said I wasn’t cut out for a life of luxury, Zinnia thought, her lips curving into a faint, self–deprecating smile. ‘Maybe she <b>was </b>right.’


    She hated the city–the stiff formality, the way every word felt like a negotiation, and the constant fear of offending someone important just by being in the wrong ce at the wrong time.


    If she could choose, she’d trade everything for her master’s presence. From beginning to end, all Zinnia ever wanted was to have her master by her side.


    She pushed aside the swirl of emotions in her heart and said softly, “It looks delicious.” <fn76b1> Official source is Find?Novel</fn76b1>


    “Go ahead, Zinnia, give it a try. Let me know if it suits your taste. If not, I’ll tweak the recipe next time.”


    Noticing her mood seemed off, Yannis handed her the chopsticks. His strikingly handsome face carried a faint, rxed smile, and his voice was smooth and pleasant.


    Zinnia sat across from him but didn’t pick up her chopsticks. The dining table was rectangr, and Yannis followed suit, sitting down as well.


    “Don’t hold back. Here, try this–it’s the one you kept ncing at,” Yannis said, noticing her hesitation. Using a clean fork, he ced a piece of stir–fried beef onto her te.


    The girl was quiet and well–mannered, nothing like the arrogant, malicious troublemaker people made her out to be. Those rumors wereplete nonsense.


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    If only she were truly arrogant and domineering, wielding the Lynn family’s influence to her advantage. Then she wouldn’t have suffered so much injustice.


    “Thanks, Yannis,” Zinnia said softly before picking up her bowl and taking a bite. The beef was perfectly tender, and the chives added a burst of fresh, savory vor. Paired with rice, it was surprisingly delicious andforting.


    “So, how’s it? Good?” Yannis asked.


    “It’s really good,” Zinnia said with a small nod.


    “Well, if Zinnia says it’s good, then this dish is honored! It’s been a while since I cooked–I was worried my skills might’ve gotten rusty,” Yannis said with a yful nod.


    “Try the other dishes too. Let’s see if they’re good enough to impress you!” Yannis nced at the other dishes on the table before looking back at her, his eyes filled with anticipation.


    “Okay,” Zinnia picked up some stir–fried pork with peppers. The peppers were the mild kind, fried until they had <i>a </i>lovely charred texture.


    The pork belly was sliced thin and stir–fried until it curled up beautifully, glistening with just the right amount of oil.


    “It’s tasty,” Zinnia said again, noticing Yannis waiting for her response. She looked up and nodded earnestly, her tone serious.


    “Seems like my cooking’s not too shabby, getting such high marks from you!” Yannis chuckled.


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