Flash Marriage: She becomes Mrs. CEO after the Failed Dowry Talk 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 seed to hear so noise outside.

In an instant, she beca 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 ca into view.

Her heart skipped a beat. Indeed, soone had co 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 seed to hear the sound.

Turning around, his thin lips parted slightly: "It’s ."

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 sll of this woman?

Involuntarily drawing closer, wanting to sll 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 mont she fell backward, her face went pale, with no ti 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 seed 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 so 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 mont, she heard the man’s voice beside her carrying a hint of coolness: "Okay."

Though seemingly emotionless, sohow Nora felt that he seed to be in a good mood at the mont.

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 mont, 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 sothing simple."

Jasper rely 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 so more broth.