Kay Forrest was supposed to work overtime tonight.
But because his girl was in a bad mood today, he left the company early.
He waited in the underground parking lot for a few minutes, and Jane Quinlan came down.
After getting into the car, Kay asked her what she wanted to eat tonight.
Jane thought for a moment: "What do I want to eat? Don’t you usually order and let me cook?"
"I am a smart man, today I made you angry.
This evening, I plan to behave myself, so I’m giving you the chance to order."
Jane nodded agreeably: "Oh, in that case, I want Kung Pao chicken, fried pork with chili, and a seaweed egg drop soup."
After placing her order, she looked at him: "You will cook it yourself."
"Alright, no problem." Kay started the car and left.
The two of them arrived at the market together; Kay had been there a few times with her before.
However, since he started working at the company, he hadn’t gone back there again.
Because he often worked overtime and didn’t have time to properly accompany her.
Jane never complained, always sitting quietly by herself.
She seldom acts spoiled; only occasionally in bed.
At first, he found such a woman refreshing, later on, precious, and cherished her.
Most men like women who act spoiled.
He was no different, but he had seen too many of those women who acted spoiled and indirectly asked for gifts.
To him, Jane was simply an exception.
Such women might be common in the working class.
But after knowing his status, women who don’t make exorbitant demands are rare.
She just lived with him day by day in that small apartment, both quite content with their life.
"This afternoon, I heard there’s a new rumor at the company.
It says that you broke up with Miss Larkin because of Nolan Moore?"
Kay laughed: "This news reached your ears?"
"Hmm, what’s going on?"
"I had my secretary spread it.
It’s my way of getting back at Nolan Moore."
"Retaliating against Nolan Moore? Why retaliate against him?"
Kay glanced at her and sighed: "You silly girl, don’t you know? The thing with Evie Larkin was only known by him, he was the one who spread it."
Jane was shocked: "Really?"
"Initially, I wondered if it could have been Evie Larkin playing tricks, but Nolan Moore admitted it himself.
Whether he was covering for Evie Larkin or he did it."
"Since he admitted it, I have to let this anger out.
He thinks he’s capable, thinks he’s a hero.
I’m just returning the favor for what they’ve done.
That’s what I call fair."
Jane thought about what he said and found it reasonable.
There’s no reason they should only be passively bullied, especially Kay, he’s definitely not someone who takes things lying down.
But this doesn’t really sound like something Nolan Moore would say.
This morning, they both heard the rumors together.
At the time, Nolan’s expression was very ugly; he appeared to be quite shocked as well.
But according to what Kay said, if it wasn’t Nolan Moore, then it must have been Evie Larkin...
She disliked thinking about complicated matters.
Since Kay says it was Nolan, then it must be Nolan.
She would rather it be him.
After making a round at the market and returning home, Kay willingly put on his apron and started cooking in the kitchen.
Jane intended to help, but Kay firmly refused.
He might not know how to cook, but now there’s the almighty "Baidu".
You just search what you want to cook online and follow the detailed steps.
Jane went inside to shower and change clothes.
When she came out, Kay hadn’t even finished one dish.
She checked the time, six o’clock, and turned on the TV to watch.
She didn’t look back at Kay, but from the outside, he seemed quite skilled.
Seven o’clock, and Kay still hadn’t come out.
Jane was getting a little anxious. She walked to the kitchen doorway and leaned against it; the soup was ready.
The fried pork with chili was in progress, but the Kung Pao chicken hadn’t even started.
Jane walked in speechlessly: "This dilly-dallying master, can we still have dinner by eight tonight?"
"Of course, just give me another half an hour. I just tasted it, the soup is not bad."
"I trust you," Jane said with a smile as she walked in, and Kay scooped a spoonful of soup for her to taste.
Jane took a sip. Hmm, this taste is really not bad.
"Let’s eat after the fried pork with chili is done, eating dinner too late isn’t good."
"I’ve found the recipe for Kung Pao Chicken, starting right away."
Jane Quinlan waved her hand: "Next time, save it for next time to showcase."
She wrapped her arms around his waist from behind: "Eating the dishes made by my man feels so blissful."
"This is my second time cooking, for you.
Who would have thought I would be someone who cooks for a woman before this."
Jane Quinlan laughed: "Nowadays, many men do the cooking at home.
My dad often cooks, and he’s really good at it.
The same dish, my dad makes it tastier than my mom.
And look, historically whether they are calligraphers, painters, poets, or chefs.
Mostly men have been dominant in these fields.
This shows that men actually have better talent in these areas than women."
"Hmm, needlework suits you," he turned and tapped her on the nose.
After getting home, neither of them mentioned anything about Kay Forrest and Evie Larkin.
Kay Forrest saw that Jane Quinlan’s mood really didn’t have any issues, then he truly felt relieved.
He called Faye Townsend today at noon to talk about this event.
Faye Townsend actually didn’t know about his past with Evie Larkin.
Once he told her, Faye Townsend was also very surprised.
However, when he told Faye Townsend that he had explained everything to Jane Quinlan and she wasn’t angry anymore, Faye kept scolding him for not understanding women.
She said, "Are you dumb? When a woman says it’s okay, that means there is an issue.
When a woman says it’s not serious, it is serious.
When a woman says I don’t mind, most of the time she truly minds."
After she said that, recalling Jane Quinlan’s expression when she left him today, Kay Forrest began to feel uneasy.
Most women he had dealt with in the past were measured by money.
He didn’t care about them, so he also didn’t care about whether those women would be angry over what he did.
But Jane Quinlan was different, he cared about her.
The reason he left work early to accompany her and cook personally was just to make her happy.
He didn’t tell Faye Townsend this.
If Faye Townsend knew that he, a grown man, was wearing an apron and cooking at home...
Tsk tsk, she shuddered involuntarily, probably would die of laughter.
Jane Quinlan was hungry, so the Kung Pao Chicken was killed off at her strong request.
He missed a good opportunity to showcase his skills.
With one dish and one soup, Jane Quinlan ate with great relish.
"Jane, I want to discuss something with you."
Jane Quinlan sipped her soup and looked at him: "Why are you so serious, I’m getting nervous."
"If I’m not serious, it won’t show how much I care about this matter."
Jane Quinlan put down her soup bowl and focused on him.
"I’m someone who hates trouble and doesn’t like dredging up the past.
I’ve told you everything about me and Evie Larkin.
From now on, can we please not bring up this past issue again?"
Jane Quinlan frowned, looking at him. Kay Forrest was a bit worried by her expression.
"Uh, of course, if you occasionally get angry and bring it up, I won’t be against it.
But let’s not mention it often, how about that?"
Jane Quinlan was secretly amused internally; Kay Forrest cared about her, she could feel it.
"Look at you, why don’t you speak? I mean it purely because I don’t want to be upset over irrelevant people."
Jane Quinlan tilted her head and laughed, seeing her reaction, Kay Forrest tapped her head: "You little rascal, playing me."
"Not really, just seeing you so serious, I wanted to tease you a bit.
I’m not as petty as you think.
I also had a past, and you’ve accepted it calmly.
If that’s the case, why should I dislike your past? I won’t."
Kay Forrest hugged her and kissed her forehead hard: "With these words from you, I can be at ease."
"Can I drink the soup now?"
"Go ahead, drink more."
Kay Forrest released her, feeling much better.
The two went to bed at 8:30, Kay Forrest said, to reward her magnanimity, he would reward her.
But just as he went to take a shower, his phone started ringing.
Jane Quinlan picked up his phone and saw it was Nolan Moore calling, she yelled towards the bathroom: "Forrest, Nolan Moore is calling you."
Jane Quinlan obediently answered: "Hello, Director Moore."
"Where’s Kay Forrest?" On the other end of the phone, Nolan Moore sounded rather urgent.
"He...is taking a shower, what’s up?"
"Tell him to come to the hospital quickly, something happened to Evie."