Chapter 107: Warming the Heart (3)_1
Ever since they left for their honeymoon, Julia Bluen always slept until she naturally awoke.
When she opened her eyes, the sun outside the window had already climbed high.
Turning her head, she saw the bed beside her was empty. Glades Horne had already gotten up.
She hurriedly sat up, slipped into a pair of slippers, found her clothes, and finished freshening up. Only then did she walk to the French doors to draw back the heavy curtains, letting the warm sunshine filter in. She stood before the French doors for a moment before turning to leave the Bedroom. In the small sitting area outside, she saw a bowl of fresh, steamy vegetable, shredded pork, and mushroom soup noodles on the coffee table.
Delighted, she quickly walked over to the coffee table and sat down.
There was a small note underneath the bowl.
As she picked up the bowl, she also grabbed the note. It was written in Glades’s bold and vigorous handwriting: "Julia, since we left, it’s been a long time since you’ve had your favorite noodles. This is the breakfast I’ve prepared for you; the temperature should be just right. Eat up. Glades."
A warm current swept through Julia’s heart.
She quickly picked up her chopsticks and began to eat the soup noodles Glades had personally cooked for her. She imagined him awkwardly borrowing the hotel kitchen to make the noodles for her.
He was never a culinary expert. When they prepared dinner together in their new home, he was clumsy even when washing vegetables and dishes. Now he had actually made her a bowl of noodles; if she wasn’t moved by this, she must have a heart of stone.
The taste was a bit bland, the craftsmanship subpar, but to Julia, it tasted delicious.
She was a noodle fanatic; not a day went by without her having a bowl. After leaving home, they dined daily in the hotel on exotic delicacies. She hadn’t realized just how much she missed a simple bowl of noodles.Yet, she had never voiced her craving, and he, ever so considerate, had thought of it.