Chapter 1037: Chapter 1037: A Slight Sense of Loss Chapter 1037: Chapter 1037: A Slight Sense of Loss For a long ti, watching the smile on his lips, Camila suddenly woke up and fiercely pushed him away, sowhat annoyed and embarrassed, “What are you babbling about!”
She turned around, not wanting to deal with him, and instead headed straight toward the kitchen.
She had learned how to make a simple breakfast at ho with a chef last ti, and today was the perfect day to give it a try!
Seeing her enter the kitchen, Clayton frowned slightly and followed her.
“What are you doing?”
Camila opened the refrigerator, glanced at the food inside, and found ready-to-eat pumpkin pancakes and eggs—just fry and cook up so millet porridge, and that should do it!
Checking the ti, there was still one hour before work, so there should be enough ti!
As she opened the refrigerator and took out the food, she said, “Making breakfast…”
She placed the pumpkin pancakes and food to one side, then washed the rice and put it in the induction cooker, and turned on the gas to fry the pumpkin pancakes.
Watching her sowhat unpracticed movents, Clayton stood by, sowhat surprised.
“You can make breakfast?” Although he wasn’t sure if she really could, in his mind, all ladies from prestigious families seed capable of navigating social halls but not the kitchen.
Camila shifted her gaze toward the man nearby, and with him there, she seed even more nervous.
“You, you go out first, I’ll call you when I’m done!” She pushed him out of the kitchen, as she would be more at ease on her own here.
Although she had learned a few tis, she hadn’t really practiced it, and today she was eager to try; she absolutely didn’t want to embarrass herself!
Inside the Living Room, Clayton reluctantly sat inside the sofa, watching TV while waiting for her breakfast.
Yet, he still worried about her in the kitchen and couldn’t help glancing in the kitchen’s direction now and then.
A few minutes later, there was a sudden shriek from the kitchen, accompanied by a sizzling sound!
“Ah——”
Alard by the noise, Clayton sprang from the sofa and rushed into the kitchen to see Camila clutching her hand with tightly knitted brows, her expression still sowhat pained.
“What happened?” He urgently took her hand to look and saw the back of her fair hand had been scalded red!
Camila herself was in so much pain she was shedding tears and desperately blowing on the back of her hand, trying to ease the pain a bit.
In his panic, Clayton ran her hand under the faucet, hoping the cold water would help reduce the heat.
Only when the cold water ran over it did Camila feel the pain in her hand ease sowhat; she bit her lip, realizing that making breakfast was truly not sothing she could learn in an instant.
She had never been allowed into the kitchen by her parents from a young age, and now that she was trying to learn, she was fumbling, not even knowing how to fry a simple pumpkin pancake.
At this ti, Clayton seed to catch a whiff of sothing; his gaze drifted to the pot, where he saw the pumpkin pancakes burnt to a crisp, and the kitchen filled with billowing smoke, turning the whole place into a smoky ss!
In his haste, he quickly turned off the gas!
Looking at the kitchen she had turned into a total ss, Camila felt despondent, her head lowered as she silently walked out of the kitchen.
She had rely wanted to make him a simple breakfast, but clearly, she lacked the skill.
Yet, Audrey Sawyer could do it effortlessly.
Watching her dispirited back as she turned away, Clayton was sowhat baffled.
She clearly couldn’t make breakfast, so why did she insist on trying earlier? And now, why did she look so dejected…
Watching her figure disappear at the kitchen doorway, Clayton gathered his thoughts, cleaned up the smoke-filled kitchen, and then made a lavish Western-style breakfast himself.
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