Earlier when Abraham ca to help, he thought the lady wanted to intrust him and make him do it all for her. But he was left utterly surprised when he realized that Arwen truly asked him there to get a hand from him while she did it all.
His gaze never left her movents. She might not look very skilled in the kitchen, but surprisingly all her steps and thods were well thought out. It didn't look like her first ti, cooking the al. Rather she looked well accustod to it.
But it was not fitting the picture. The young ladies of rich families don't spend their ti in the kitchen. They all have a team of dedicated chefs to serve them.
"Am I doing sothing wrong, Mr. Abraham?" Arwen asked when she felt his gaze on herself for a bit longer.
Abraham quickly pulled himself out of his daze and shook his head. "No, madam. I have been looking very precisely. You have followed the recipes well and even your asurents have been quite accurate. It doesn't look like your first ti in the kitchen. Have you known cooking all along?" he asked, and Arwen turned to give him a small smile.
"Of course," she said. "Cooking is one of the basic survival skills everyone should know. At least the basics. And thus I have learnt a little here and there. But I am not professionally trained. I can just cook a few easy things."
Easy things?
The head chef looked down at all the dishes that Arwen had prepared. Although they were simple things to have every day, still he saw how she had done it all. Her efficiencies and the way she added the salt and spices for taste were definitely not basic. It seed like she had good knowledge of all.
However since she was saying that she only had the basic skills, he could only nod to her in understanding.
"Oh yes," Arwen suddenly said as if she rembered sothing that she had forgotten. "Mr. Abraham, can you get so parsley? With that, it all will be done."
Abraham nodded and soon brought it to her. Arwen chopped it and added to the quinoa salad she had prepared.
Once done, she stepped back and gave a brief look at it to all before humming in self-appreciation. "Oh, that's almost perfect. We pack it up now."
Abraham nodded. "Madam, I will do it for you. You can go and get freshened up first."
Arwen smiled. "Then I will have to thank you for that." She then turned to Mr. Jones and instructed, "Mr. Jones, you will have to help call Alfred and ask him to get the car ready. Once I change, I, myself, will take the lunch to Aiden."
Understanding her, Mr. Jones nodded. Making sure she relayed it all, she undid her apron and walked out of the kitchen. Once she was gone, Abraham turned to look at the butler.
"Mr. Jones, first it was Sir who surprised and now it's Madam. They all know how to cook yet the only ti I saw them here in the kitchen is the ti they wanted to cook for each other," he said, and Mr. Jones smiled.
"That's not strange, or is it?" the old butler asked, and his words for a mont confused the chef.
Before he would have asked what he ant, Mr. Jones spoke on his own. Placing his hand in understanding on his shoulder, he said, "That's very common in love, Abraham. When you start loving sothing, for that one person you will be willing to do everything … even the things that you won't compromise to do for yourself."
After a while, Arwen ca out, dreseed up to leave. "Mr. Jones, Is Alfred ready?" she asked, spotting Mr. Jones around.
The old butler nodded to her. "Yes, Madam. He is waiting outside for you."
Arwen nodded. "And the lunch box?"
"I have kept it already in the car."
"Great then, Mr. Jones," she said. "I will leave first then." With that, she walked out. Spotting the car right at the entrance, she slipped in before asking Alfred to start.
"You can start now, Alfred."
Alfred nodded to her and then soon they drove out of the Winslow Estate. As they were heading to the company, Arwen's thoughts were full of many things. She was thinking about anything and everything —all of it related to Aiden.
He still seed like a mystery to her, but over the ti that she had co to know him, it felt like he was not as complicated as he seed before. Now, she was sure of several things about him. And that felt like an achievent that she couldn't help but recognize every ti.
"Madam, do you want to drive towards the basent?" Alfred asked when they were near the company.
Arwen hasn't visited the company many tis. But last when she ca, she asked Alfred to drop her in the basent so that no one would see her there. So, this ti when they ca again, Alfred thought to ask her before driving there.
"Oh, that won't be needed this ti, Alfred," she said. "You can drop at the entrance itself. I will walk in and take the elevator at the front itself."
What was the use of hiding? Almost everyone has already seen her and co to know her identity. There was nothing to hide.
Alfred nodded and soon drove in taking the straight way to the company's entrance. Stopping, she stepped out to open the door for Arwen.
"Thank you," Arwen said, as she got down the car with the lunch box in her hand.
"Madam, do you need to give a call to Mr. Ethan," Alfred asked. "He will co done to escort your personally."
"Ah, it's fine. I think I can manage on my own. Furthermore, he must be busy as well," she said and then turned to walk in.
She was heading straight to Aiden's private elevator, until she heard soone yell from behind.
"Hey, wait! You can't take that elevator."
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