The Billionaire's Forgotten Wife
Chapter 107: Tomorrow, We Tell Her

Chapter 107: Tomorrow, We Tell Her

Zeke wasn’t exactly a great cook. He only knew the basics. But he figured his cooking was at least edible, and that was enough for now. With surprising confidence, he asked Cassidy if he could borrow her kitchen.

He settled on something simple, chicken soup and scrambled eggs. Nothing fancy, but warm and filling.

After he was done cooking, he called out to Cassidy, who was still in the living room.

"Do me a favor. Can you taste my cooking?" he said, with a playful grin.

Cassidy stood up from the couch and replied with a small smile, "Let’s see how good it really is."

Zeke chuckled. "It’s not exactly a Xavier level meal, but it’s still edible."

When Cassidy saw the food Zeke had prepared on the table, she blinked in surprise. The presentation actually looked... appetizing.

With a flat expression, she asked, "Did you really make this?"

Zeke hesitated, slightly thrown off by her tone.

Did it look bad? He wondered.

But I plated it nicely... it should look decent.

"Yeah," he said at last. "You’ll have to try it and judge for yourself. It’s not as good as Xavier’s, but it’s still okay to eat."

Cassidy giggled. "Why do you keep comparing yourself to Xavier?"

Zeke blinked. "Huh?"

Cassidy folded her arms. "You keep comparing your food to Xavier’s. If you’re not confident, you didn’t have to cook."

Zeke let out a small breath and scratched the back of his neck. "It’s not that I’m not confident. It’s just... you’re used to eating food made by a Michelin-star chef. I trust my own cooking, sure. I just don’t know if your standards will match mine."

Cassidy smirked and teased, "I didn’t know you were capable of feeling insecure."

Zeke raised a brow. "Doesn’t happen often."

They both sat down across from each other at the dining table.

Cassidy picked up her fork and took a bite of the scrambled eggs first.

Zeke’s heart pounded as he watched her. He had never felt this nervous, not even during high-stakes meetings with international partners. But somehow, waiting for Cassidy’s verdict on his cooking made his palms sweat.

"Well?" he asked, trying to keep his voice casual. "Not to your taste?"

Cassidy’s expression remained unreadable as she took another small bite.

She moved her fork slowly afterward, as if weighing something in her mind.

Zeke watched her like a student waiting for a teacher’s response, tense, alert, and unusually quiet.

"I think I need to try your soup first," Cassidy finally says, setting her fork down, her tone thoughtful. "Only then will I tell you what I really think."

Zeke nods in understanding, though the suspense is clearly killing him.

Cassidy picks up her spoon. She tastes the chicken soup, one spoonful, then another.

"How is it? Not good?" Zeke asks, trying to sound casual but failing.

Cassidy doesn’t answer right away. Then, her lips curved. "You pass the test," she says. "This is good."

Zeke’s face lights up. "Really?"

She nods. "Yeah. You did well. The soup’s flavorful. And the scrambled eggs? Surprisingly decent."

Zeke lets out a quiet breath of relief. "Thank God you like it."

Cassidy smiles, then says, "Okay then, let’s eat."

They began eating in silence, yet a quiet comfort settles between them.

After finishing her meal, Cassidy sets her utensils down and says softly, "Thank you for the food."

Zeke replies with a gentle nod. "You’re welcome."

Cassidy exhales, her voice calmer now. "Thanks to you, I feel a little more settled. I was really panicking earlier, you know. My mind was all over the place."

Zeke looks at her, concern still lingering in his eyes. "You looked pale. You’re better now, though. I was worried, especially when you said you hadn’t eaten. I was afraid the stress might get to you and make you sick."

Cassidy’s heart warms at his words and the quiet care in his eyes. "Thank you. I really appreciate it," she says softly.

Zeke smiles in return and rises from his seat, starting to gather the dirty dishes.

But Cassidy quickly stops him. "Sit down," she says gently. "You cooked, so I’ll do the dishes."

Zeke nods, settling back into his seat. But he doesn’t leave the kitchen.

Instead, he stays there, quietly watching Cassidy as she moves around at the sink, washing the dishes with ease.

Zeke can’t help but smile as he watched Cassidy at the sink. It almost feels like they’re a real couple. Like this was just... normal for them.

He cooks, she cleans up. And somehow, that simple rhythm makes his heart feel full.

But Zeke knows... this probably means nothing to her. She’s just being kind. He’s the only one who wants it to mean something more.

Still, he lets himself enjoy the moment just for a little while longer.

When Cassidy finishes washing the dishes, Zeke speaks up, his voice calm but serious.

"I want to tell Claire tomorrow," he says. "That I’m her father."

Cassidy looks at him for a moment, then nods.

"Okay. If you’re sure, we can tell her tomorrow."

Zeke stays quiet for a moment before asking, "What if she gets upset when I tell her the truth? What if she doesn’t accept me?"

His voice is low, filled with worry.

Cassidy steps closer and looks at him gently.

"She won’t. She really likes you, Zeke. There’s no way she’ll push you away."

Zeke nods slowly. "I hope you’re right."

Cassidy gives him a soft smile. "You’re a good father, Zeke. Claire will be happy to have someone like you in her life."

Her words warm his heart.

Zeke breathes out gently. "I should go now. You need to rest. I’ll come back tomorrow. And if there’s anything you need, anything at all, just let me know."

Cassidy nods and walks with him to the door.

"Thank you for today," she says kindly. "Drive safe, okay?"

Zeke nods.

But just before he turns to leave, Cassidy says with a small grin, "Next time, I’ll cook for you. Your turn to do the dishes."

Zeke blinks, a little surprised.

Was that an invitation?

Then his smile grows. "I’ll be waiting,"

He knows he still has a long way to go, still needs to try harder for her to truly see him. But that’s okay. Even if it takes time, he’s willing to wait. He’ll keep trying, no matter how slow the road may be.

Zeke is determined.

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