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Chapter 1398 Profoundly Caring
Marcellus ended up sleeping in the guest room that night. It was the first time he had slept alone in the guest room
since he moved here. For a moment, staring at the slightly unfamiliar ceiling of his own house, he found himself lost
in thought.
However, the thought of the young woman living in the opposite room, the girl who had officially become his
girlfriend and was sleeping in his bed, made his heart feel like it was filled with pink bubbles.
Love had never been a necessity for him. His relationships had always been based on mutual needs and he had
never truly experienced such intense feelings.
As the curtain of night fell and the sun of the following morning rose, no matter what happened, she would be by
his side. Just thinking about it made him happy.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtIn his more than thirty years of life, this was the night Marcellus slept the most soundly. He was usually a light
sleeper with many dreams, but this time, he slept until dawn.
He didn't know if it was because he had someone in his heart, but he woke up early at six-thirty. The first thing he
did upon waking was to go to the master bedroom opposite to check if she was still there.
Upon opening the door, he saw a small, white mound tucked under the covers in the middle of the huge bed. He
approached the head of the bed and looked down at the girl who was curled up, her hair sprawled out.
She was sleeping peacefully, her mouth slightly open as she breathed softly. Her brow was relaxed, and given the
commotion from the previous night, she was probably still in a deep sleep.
It was only six-thirty. He decided to let her sleep a bit more.
Marcellus didn't have the heart to wake her, nor did he want to be a pest. For the first time, he experienced the
feeling of profound care for another person.
He was afraid that any movement he made might wake her and disrupt this rare serene dream.
After carefully exiting the room, Marcellus went downstairs still in his robe, entered the kitchen, and opened the
fridge. Inside, fresh ingredients were regularly replenished, but no one had ever touched them.
He was usually taken care of, and his breakfast was always prepared by Mike. The stove at home had hardly been
used, except for a few times when Beryl cooked for him when he was pretending to be injured.
Looking at the neatly arranged imported kitchenware, Marcellus suddenly felt the urge to cook. It couldn't be that
hard to cook, could it?
With this thought, he reached into the fridge and took out tomatoes, eggs, whole wheat bread slices, and
handmade jam.
They were simple ingredients. After washing them thoroughly under the tap, he started making what he imagined a
'sandwich' would be.
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Wasn't it just frying an egg, adding tomato, and then spreading jam? How hard could it be?
Marcellus put the slices of bread into the toaster and set the timer, then started preparing to fry the egg.
As a person who had never cooked before, he didn't know that he had to add oil to fry an egg. He just heated the
pan and directly broke the egg into it.
With a 'sizzle,' white smoke rose from the middle of the frying pan. He stepped back, afraid of getting too much of
the smoke smell on him.
Unsure about the heat level, he boldly turned it up to the highest. After waiting quietly for a few minutes, he
thought it was time to flip the egg, but found that the egg seemed to be stuck to the bottom of the pan, no matter
how much he tried to scrape it off.
Marcellus frowned, having no idea how much force to apply. With a bit of effort, he ended up breaking the egg into
three pieces.
The flipped side of the egg was no longer the color of yellow and white, but completely black and brown. It looked
unappetizing as if it was something that someone had thrown away and retrieved from a trash can.
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