Chapter 56

Inside the apartment, Stephen was wearing an apron and cooking dinner for Tessa. Leaning against the kitchen doorframe with her arms crossed, she watched him with an amused expression. "Who would've thought someone like you could cook?" she teased. Stephen calmly rinsed the vegetables. "Didn't you ask me last time where I got the food I brought you?" Turning slightly, he gave her a faint smile. "I made it myself." Tessa couldn't hide her surprise. "You cooked it yourself? Why did it taste exactly like the dishes my mom used to make?" Stephen smiled. "I learned it from your mom during the few meals I had at your place." She raised an eyebrow, skeptical. "Impossible. You only came over a few times back then." The first time they met, she had just turned ten. Her mother passed away shortly after her 12th birthday. In the two years between those events, Stephen had visited her house fewer than five times. How could he have possibly learned her mom's cooking skills? "I don't believe