Love's Change of Heart

Chapter 798 I Can Come Over and Cook for You

Daphne reached out to push him away after she realized what was happening.

However, Louis seemed to have sensed what she was about to do as he easily grabbed her hovering wrist.

He then moved his lips to just above her collarbone and kissed and sucked on the skin there.

Daphne's breath stopped for a moment, and her eyelashes trembled.

Aren't we going too fast?

Her voice was shaky as she struggled to speak. "S-Stop..."

Louis only looked up at her again, his eyes deep and intense when he drawled, "Do you still think of me as a child?"

Daphne felt a genuine sense of regret wash over her the moment she met his gaze.

Why did I stupidly provoke him this way?

Louis might only be 20 years old, but he is a man.

He also was in the prime of his youth.

Daphne didn't answer, but the panic in her eyes had already betrayed her.

At this moment, the faint sound of the doorbell came from outside.

It kept ringing in an urgent manner.

Somehow, the sound broke the intimate atmosphere in the bathroom.

Daphne turned her gaze to the side and stammered, "I-It should be someone from property management. I'll go and open the door..."

She was about to find an excuse to leave when Louis interrupted, "You stay here; I'll go."

With that, he stepped out of the bathroom.

Daphne finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But as she turned around, she saw herself in the mirror.

Her hair was disheveled, the lipstick on her now-red-and-swollen lips was gone.

Her eyes were watery.

Other than that, there were several red marks on her neck and collarbone.

She couldn't bear to look at herself.

Bending down, she splashed a handful of cold water on her face, trying to make herself more awake.

After a moment, she grabbed a face towel and wiped the water off her face.

The scenes from just now replayed in her mind.

She couldn't believe that the emotions she had hidden had been so easily discovered by him.

Outside, Louis closed the door after he told the property management personnel that the drain had been repaired.

When he returned, there was no one in the bathroom.

Daphne's voice then rang out from the bedroom. "I'm going to sleep! You can sleep on the couch!"

Louis' lips curled up slightly as he looked at the closed bedroom door. "Okay," he sighed.

Daphne sat on the bed in the bedroom, wrapping herself tightly in the blanket. Still, she couldn't stop the images flashing through her mind and the swelling sensation on her lips.

After a while, she covered her head with the blanket and tossed and turned on the bed.

In the middle of the night, a few muffled thunderclaps sounded outside.

The sound of rain followed.

Even though Daphne was under the blanket, she could clearly feel the drop in temperature.

She turned off the air conditioner and opened the window, listening to the sound of rain get clearer.

She then leaned on the windowsill with one hand supporting her cheek, looking at the thick darkness of the night and then letting out a sigh.

A few raindrops were blown onto her arm by the wind.

It felt cool against her skin.

Daphne withdrew her gaze and looked down at the raindrops on her hand.

Two minutes later, she opened the bedroom door with a thin blanket in her arms.

There was only one wall lamp in the living room, and it illuminated Louis, who was sitting on the sofa with a French dictionary in his hand.

Daphne didn't expect him to still be awake at this hour.

But since she was already out, she might as well talk to him.

She placed the blanket next to him and asked, "Aren't you going to sleep?"

Louis looked up at her. "I can't sleep."

"You have insomnia at such a young age?" Daphne sighed.

Louis responded with a sound of agreement. "I'm young and full of vigor."

Of all the things I could have talked about, Daphne quietly lamented.

She forced a cough. "Continue what you're doing, then. I'm going to bed."

"Alright."

Back in the bedroom, Daphne heard her heartbeat again. She placed her hand on her chest and regulated her breathing.

It wasn't like she was still a young lady, so why was she so nervous?

She went on and lay in bed. However, she couldn't fall asleep all night.

The next morning, when Daphne was still groggy, she heard some noise outside.

Rubbing her hair, she looked at her dark circles in the mirror and clicked her tongue in disdain.

She was indeed getting older.

After covering her dark circles with makeup, she changed her clothes and used a scarf to cover the marks on her neck.

Louis happened to bring out an omelet when she came out of the room.

He said, "You only have eggs left in your fridge, so just make do with this."

Daphne couldn't help feeling relieved that she at least had eggs in her fridge.

Otherwise, it would have been embarrassing.

She let out a small "oh" and sat down at the dining table. Looking at the breakfast in front of her, she seemed to be thinking something as she suddenly put on a small smile.

Noticing this, Louis asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Daphne picked up the spoon. "Did you learn cooking from your sister?"

"No."

Daphne was a little surprised. "But your sister is great at cooking. I thought you learned from her."

Louis pulled out a chair and sat across from her, nonchalantly replying to her, "Jethro hardly took care of us when we were young. Leanna was the one who cooked for me most of the time, but there were also times when she wasn't around. I cooked for myself then."

"Cooked for yourself… It seems like you have a talent for cooking."

"Not really. I threw up when I ate the food I cooked at first. If I wanted to make them edible, I had to figure out how to cook them myself."

Daphne understood that any topic related to his father was actually quite taboo for Louis. He never wanted to talk about anything related to Jethro.

But now, he unexpectedly brought up Jethro himself.

Daphne smiled gently and tried to ease the tension. "But you guys are amazing. I left my parents when I was in high school, but I can't even cook a proper meal until now. I basically order takeout every day. I would like to learn to cook when I have time. I don't even know what to eat for takeout anymore." Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Louis paused. "You don't need to learn. I can come over and cook for you."

How did the topic shift again? Daphne thought as she lowered her head and changed the topic.

"Let's eat! Aren't you going to school? Hurry up and eat."

After breakfast, Louis packed up and prepared to leave.

Standing there, Daphne hesitated for a moment while looking at the rain pouring outside before she finally offered, "Let me drive you."

Louis naturally wouldn't refuse.

In the underground parking lot, Louis took the keys from her hand and said, "I'll drive."

Even though Daphne was taken aback for a moment, she eventually let him have the keys.

After getting in the car, Daphne turned on the car stereo, and the music played softly.

She leaned against the passenger seat and yawned.

Her nerves, which had been excited all night, finally calmed down, and drowsiness gradually washed over her.

As Louis drove steadily, Daphne fell asleep after a while.

She didn't know how long it had been, but when she woke up, the car had already stopped.

They were at the intersection next to the school.

"Are we at your school?" Daphne languidly stretched. "Why didn't you wake me up?"

As she spoke, her gaze fell on the clock in the car.

It was already 11.30AM.

Louis only told her, "You were sound asleep."

Daphne was shocked when she saw the time. "But you're late for school..."

"Mhm." Louis turned to look at her. "How about you compensate me?"