Chapter 88: COME, REST IN MY ARMS

After she settled on the sofa and the TV was on, Charles went into the kitchen to make some food. She didn't expect that Charles knew how to cook, but apparently, he had learned a lot over the past week when she had been gone. The noodles he prepared weren't bad, or was she just so hungry that she didn't notice? Sarah ate silently. Noticing that she served herself seconds, Charles smiled. He looked at her and said in a soft tone. "You were really hungry. How does it taste?" Thinking about how he had cooked for her and was serving her in every way, Sarah couldn't stay silent anymore. "Not too bad. You cook better than a ten-year-old." She said ambiguously. Charles nearly laughed out loud. "You're so cruel. I spent a long time learning. Can't you praise me once?" Sarah leaned against the sofa lazily without saying a word. Charles suddenly grasped her hands tightly and said, "Sarah, now that you ate, I ask you with all sincerity, forgive me, please?" Sarah's eyelids flickered. Perha