Tessa quietly said, "You don't have to do it, I'll fry it later."
Faye just glanced at her, then began cooking with a touch of flair. When she saw there wasn't much food, Faye picked up a piece, blew on it lightly, and then brought it to Tessa's mouth.
"Want to try it?"
Tessa opened her mouth, just about to eat, when Faye pulled it back to blow on it twice more, "It's a bit hot."
Only then did Faye bring it to Tessa's mouth again. Tessa took it in, raised her hand to half-cover her mouth, blew twice, and then savored it carefully. Meeting Faye's gaze, she smiled, "Not bad, it's delicious."
The handsome man cooking made the entire process look effortlessly graceful, and the final dish had the perfect balance of color, aroma, and taste.
Tessa remarked that her husband was truly perfect.
What should she do? She really didn't want a divorce, didn't want it at all.
But she needed to save her dad.
Moreover, who was Faye, how could she allow anyone to hold a weakness over him?
