Chapter 12: Chapter 12: There’s a Thief!
The warm yellow light from the desk lamp fell, illuminating her cheek.
She didn’t pack up her things to rest upstairs until it was nearly dawn.
She had not slept long when, in a haze, she seemed to hear some noise outside.
In an instant, she became alert; there was only her in the house right now as Mr. Sinclair was on a business trip. Could it be a burglar?
Thinking of this, she swallowed, suppressing her fear, and quietly opened the door.
The living room was indeed empty, but there were rustling sounds coming from the direction of the kitchen.
Tiptoeing over, the dark silhouette came into view.
Her heart skipped a beat. Indeed, someone had come in!
There was nothing at hand, only a fruit knife on the cutting board.
Nervously walking over, she even thought about whether it would be counted as self-defense if she accidentally killed the man.
Just as she grabbed the knife handle, the man in front of her seemed to hear the sound.
Turning around, his thin lips parted slightly: "It’s me."
Upon turning around, she saw under the moonlight that it was Jasper Sinclair!
"Mr. Sinclair?" Her face flushed, feeling a bit awkward as she looked at the man in front and hurriedly put down the knife.
She didn’t expect him to return suddenly, but then again, it is his house after all.
Jasper didn’t speak, he just glanced at her.
The pure white camisole nightgown, made of cotton, though not as alluring as silk, still looked quite sexy on her.
A faint fragrance wafted over, making him frown as he looked at her.
It didn’t seem like the scent of the house’s shower gel, so was it the smell of this woman?
Involuntarily drawing closer, wanting to smell more closely, he hadn’t expected that as he moved closer, Nora darted aside.
Feeling slightly anxious, she tripped herself as she dodged.
The next moment she fell backward, her face went pale, with no time to react before the man beside her swiftly pulled her slender waist into his embrace.
The force of being pulled back was so great that both of them leaned backward, fortunately into the refrigerator behind them, which stopped them.
However...
The soft touch against her lips made her face instantly turn crimson, and the kitchen suddenly seemed cramped.
"I-I’m sorry." Awkwardly standing up, she straightened out the folds in her clothes: "If you’re hungry, Mr. Sinclair, I can make some noodles for you."
Awkwardly, she dared not lift her head.
Originally thinking Jasper wouldn’t want to eat what she cooked, she figured she’d find an excuse to go back to sleep.
Unexpectedly, the next moment, she heard the man’s voice beside her carrying a hint of coolness: "Okay."
Though seemingly emotionless, somehow Nora felt that he seemed to be in a good mood at the moment.
Nodding and proceeding to prepare the noodles, Jasper stood outside, arms folded, watching her.
He didn’t seem to mind being close to her.
With lowered eyes, he turned toward the living room, finally allowing Nora to breathe a sigh of relief.
In the living room, he concentrated on his paperwork until a fragrance wafted over.
"Dinner’s ready, Mr. Sinclair." The woman’s gentle voice sounded.
He paused for a moment, then returned to normal.
Walking to the dining table, his gaze lingered on the simple egg noodles in front of him.
Seeing him like this, Nora thought he didn’t like it, rubbing her arms nervously: "Sorry, I didn’t know your taste preferences, but considering it’s late, I just made something simple."
Jasper merely glanced at her lightly, then picked up the chopsticks to taste it.
Just one bite left him stunned; he had to admit this woman’s cooking was quite good.
The broth was rich, and the noodles were just the right amount of chewy.
"Tastes good." He spoke softly, then drank some more broth.