Beauty took a bite of the spaghetti, a satisfied smile flickering across her lips.
Despite having no appetite earlier, she suddenly found herself ravenous, devouring the entire bowl of spaghetti.
Rubbing her slightly rounded belly, she beamed with contentment.
"Uncle Lucas, turns out you're not half bad in the kitchen.
Maybe you should consider a career change."
Lucas arched an eyebrow, his sharp gaze unamused.
"Me?
The CEO of a multinational corporation, reduced to being your personal chef?"
"So what?"
She tilted her chin up defiantly, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she batted her lashes at him.
"A CEO who can't cook isn't husband material."
Before he could react, she wrapped her arms around his waist and pressed her cheek against his chest, clinging to him like sticky caramel.
The sudden affection caught Lucas off guard.
