Her Marriage: The Night is Still Young-Chapter 93: He’s Made Great Progress

Josephine Thompson covered herself with the quilt and took another nap.

When she awoke, it was already past one in the afternoon.

"Cough cough..."

Her mouth felt dry, probably due to the medication, but her head wasn’t aching as much.

Nevertheless, she still felt a bit lethargic.

She threw on a thick robe and stepped out of the bedroom.

As soon as she walked into the living room. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

Her nose picked up a strong ginger aroma, along with the scent of cumin from barbecue.

"Julian, Evelyn, what are you guys up to? Why does it smell so strong?"

She instinctively headed towards the dining room.

The dining table was covered in all sorts of takeout.

Evelyn Thorne was scrolling her phone, savoring skewers, with a few empty beer cans beside her.

"...Uh!"

Seeing her awake, Evelyn Thorne enthusiastically greeted her, "Josephine, you’re awake? Perfect timing, the takeout I ordered has arrived, come and join us!"

Josephine Thompson’s head throbbed, "Where’s Julian?"

Evelyn Thorne rolled her eyes and pointed towards the kitchen, "Who knows what he’s up to in the kitchen?"

Josephine Thompson feared Julian Grant might wreck the kitchen, and quickly hurried in.

Inside the kitchen.

The gas stove had a pot on it, bubbling away.

The strong ginger scent was coming from the pot.

"What are you doing?"

Julian Grant was flipping through his phone with one hand and stirring the porridge with a spoon in the other.

Hearing her, he turned around somewhat flustered, "Josephine, I’m cooking some ginger porridge for you."

"..." Josephine Thompson was a bit dumbfounded.

She instinctively stepped closer.

The porridge was a bit burnt, the sink already filled with several pots of scorched porridge.

Julian Grant scratched his head, feeling a bit embarrassed, "Uh~, those were failures, but this pot turned out well."

"..." Josephine Thompson stared at him in astonishment.

She couldn’t believe he was actually trying to cook porridge.

It’s known that...

He was born a star surrounded by admirers.

He had assistants and servants catering to his every need.

Four years ago, he didn’t even know how to use the gas stove.

To think now, he’s made such progress.

Actually cooking porridge, and even getting it cooked properly.

"Haha, why are you looking at me like that?"

"Don’t worry, I’ll definitely clean up the kitchen later."

Josephine Thompson listened, looking incredulous, "Did you really cook this?"

"Of course, I followed an online tutorial. You’re sick, and I wanted to make some ginger porridge to warm you up."

"You can turn off the heat now, it’ll all burn otherwise."

"Oh, okay." Julian Grant hurried to turn off the heat.

"Josephine, go sit in the dining room, I’ll bring it over to you."

Seeing him fumbling around.

Josephine Thompson was worried he might burn himself, "Let me do it."

"No, no, you’re not feeling well. I’ll take care of you. Be good, wait in the dining room."

"...Alright then! Be careful not to burn yourself!"

"Don’t worry."

Josephine Thompson returned to the dining room, feeling a bit uneasy.

Three minutes later.

Julian Grant came out with a bowl of porridge, grimacing, "Ow, hahahaha..."

Josephine Thompson quickly cleared a space on the table, "Watch out, don’t burn yourself."

Julian Grant placed the porridge in front of her as if handling a bomb.

"Sss... hah..."

Josephine Thompson’s heart skipped a beat, and she quickly got up to check on him, "Did you burn yourself? Go rinse with cold water!"

"It’s nothing, it’s fine!"

"Let me see." Josephine Thompson forcibly turned his hand for a look.

His fingers were long and clean, like jade.

But now they had a few blisters, and the fingers were red.

"Look, you’re really burned. Quickly find some ice to apply."

Julian Grant gave an embarrassed smile, "Just a minor issue, it’ll heal quickly."

Evelyn Thorne rolled her eyes sneeringly, "Serves you right, you brought it on yourself."

Julian Grant felt a surge of frustration, "Evelyn Thorne, nobody would treat you like a mute if you kept quiet."

Evelyn Thorne taunted him while munching on skewers, "Seriously, ordering takeout would be so much easier. Why bother cooking such awful porridge? Even a dog wouldn’t eat it."

Julian Grant got even more frustrated, "Shut up, you won’t get any."

"Tsk, I wouldn’t dare eat it, might poison me. Ms. Thompson, let’s enjoy the skewers together."

Though Julian Grant was both annoyed and angry, he knew his cooking skills were lacking, "...Josephine, better not eat it, I’ll order some takeout for you again!"

Josephine Thompson smiled, "Uh~, I’m not really hungry now, just wanted something light."

Saying that, she picked up the spoon and stirred the porridge.

After cooling it down a bit, she slowly began to eat.

The strong ginger flavor mixed with the burnt aroma hit her senses.

Josephine Thompson swallowed with difficulty, not wanting to discourage him, "Hmm, the taste is quite... unique. Not bad."

Julian Grant felt a sense of accomplishment, "...Is it? Don’t force yourself!"

"Really, the taste is good, thank you for your hard work."

Julian Grant breathed a slight sigh of relief, "Alright, as long as it’s not too terrible."

Evelyn Thorne sneered, "Hilarious, can’t you tell Ms. Thompson is just comforting you?"

"Shut up, I don’t want to hear you talk."

"I don’t want to talk to you either."

"Okay, okay, stop arguing."

Just then.

Evelyn Thorne’s phone vibrated again.

She glanced at it and couldn’t help but laugh.

Nathaniel Gallagher replied once more.

She quickly grabbed her phone and headed for the restroom, forgetting about bickering with Julian Grant.