Chapter 1158 Cooking for Luke and Tommy
Tommy looked at Luke, who seemed to be lost in thought. "What are you thinking, Daddy?" he asked.
"Nothing." Luke did not tell him about his confused feelings.
He had only met Luca for only a few days, but why did she seem so familiar?
Tommy did not ask him any further questions. He returned to his seat and waited for Luca to come back. Wagging his legs, he mumbled to himself, "I wonder what would Ms. Luca cook for us today?"
That made Luke think of the same question too.
Meanwhile, Luca went into the supermarket and quickly placed fresh food ingredients into her basket.
She knew that Tommy and Luke were both picky eaters, so she had to be meticulous.
She devised a recipe as she picked up the food ingredients. After that, she realized that there should be no seasonings or spaghetti in the apartment, so she added those to the shopping basket.
Luca approached the checkout counter with a full shopping basket.
It was the evening rush hour, so the queue was very long. By the time she came out of the supermarket, it had already been half an hour.
She rushed toward the car while carrying two shopping bags.
Tommy saw her coming from afar and happily opened the car door. "You're finally back, Ms. Luca!"
Luca put the two bags in the car before sitting inside. She glanced at the man in the driver's seat and blurted an apology. "I'm sorry, there are a lot of people in the supermarket." "It's fine." Luke saw her red
face in the rearview mirror. She had been walking hastily while carrying two seemingly heavy shopping bags...
Luca raised her head and looked at the rearview mirror too.
Luke was taken aback. After coming to his senses, he started the car and drove toward the apartment.
In the car, Tommy looked at the two bulging shopping bags excitedly with sparkling eyes. "Why did you buy so much food, Ms. Luca? Daddy might be a big eater, but he won't be able to finish everything."
Luca patted his head and explained, "There's also spaghetti and seasonings inside." "Oh!" Tommy nodded.
Luke overheard that while driving. He was impressed that Luca was meticulous enough to guess that there was no seasonings or spaghetti at the apartment.
When they arrived at the apartment, Luca brought the two shopping bags out of the car. After her training on the Island of Despair, she did not find those bags heavy.
"Let me help you, Ms. Luca." Tommy behaved like a gentleman.
Luca did not let go of the bags. "I can do it myself. They're not very heavy." "Daddy..." Tommy turned around to look at Luke, who was walking behind them. "Can you help Ms. Luca?"
"Mm." Luke nodded and said to Luca, "Allow me."
Tm fine..." Before she could finish her sentence, Luke had taken the shopping bags from her hands.
When Luke bent over to take the bags, she could smell the familiar cold and sharp scent of mint on him.
Luca's eyes reddened slightly. That was his unique scent. Every sleepless night on the Island of Despair, she could not help but think of him.
Luke took the bags and headed toward the elevator.
An elevator happened to be waiting on their first floor, and the three people went in. Luca was seized by a wave of emotions when she saw Luke press a familiar button.
That used to be her home too...
Luca's phone started ringing and interrupted her thoughts. She frantically took her phone out and saw that it was Amur calling her.
It was not appropriate for her to answer the call because Luke was nearby. She rejected the call, then sent a text message to Amur, saying that she would have to work overtime and not be home for dinner.
Very quickly, Amur replied with his acknowledgment.
Luca put her phone away.
"Who was it?" Luke asked.
Luca was taken aback by the question. "It was a telemarketer."
Luke did not ask any further questions, even though he knew that she was lying. She would not have replied to a telemarketer with a message after rejecting the call.
Luca gently lowered her head. When she heard the elevator doors open, she lifted her head again and saw Luke stepping out of the elevator.
Tommy shook her hand. "We're here, Ms. Luca." "Mm." Luca nodded and walked out of the elevator with the boy.
Tommy let go of Luca's hand and ran happily toward the door. He keyed in the passcode and unlocked the door with a click.
"Come in, Ms. Luca!" The boy waved excitedly at Luca. This belongs to - ©.
Luca smiled. She looked at Luke and saw that he was still standing at the door...
Suddenly, she felt a little nervous.
"Go in," Luke said, noticing the slight change in her expression.
Luca nodded and went inside.
Luke took the two shopping bags and went to the kitchen.
"The kitchen is over there, Ms. Luca," Tommy said excitedly.
"Alright." Luca looked at Tommy. His enthusiasm seemed to have affected her, and she could not help but smile. She did not expect that he would be so excited over a meal.
Luca looked around the living room. The furnishings remained the same; it was as though she had stepped into a time machine and returned to three years ago.
Her gaze fell on the television, and she could see her face on the reflective surface.
Luca was brought back to the present. She did not travel through time; it was just that nothing had changed.
The only thing that changed was herself. Her face and role were different, while Tommy had grown taller.
Luca looked away, unwilling to see her face. She lowered her head and said to Tommy, Til be going into the kitchen." "Alright, Ms. Luca." Tommy nodded and sat on the couch. His parents had told him that children should not go into the kitchen, so he did not follow.
In the kitchen, Luca saw Luke taking out the items from the shopping bags.
She saw him put a pack of spaghetti on the kitchen counter and told him," Let me do it."
Luke stepped aside. He was not familiar with the workings of a kitchen.
Without saying a word, Luca quickly took the items out of the shopping bags and arranged them on the kitchen counter.
Luke furrowed his brows slightly as he observed her doing that. There was a certain order to the items.
The order seemed somewhat familiar too.
"Is that also how you arrange your items?" Luke asked abruptly.