For five straight days, Mitchel chose not to go to work, preferring to stay at the villa with Raegan.

While Mitchel had the luxury of free time, Raegan still needed to attend her studio.

In her absence, Mitchel was left to his own devices at home. He picked up cooking tips from Annis, managing to serve Raegan delicious dinners each night, even boasting a soup that surpassed Annis' years of expertise.

Intrigued, Raegan asked, “How did you get so skilled at cooking?"

Back in their married days five years ago, Mitchel had never ventured into cooking, nor did anyone know he had the knack for it. Yet, his cooking skills hardly seemed amateur.

Mitchel, with a quirked eyebrow, casually replied, “Learning isn't tough if you're interested. Soup making is all about the timing and balance. Overcook it, and you lose the flavor. Undercook it, and it lacks depth. Nail the timing and pick the right ingredients, and you end up with something that's both tasty and healthy..."

Raegan was impressed by his methodical approach to cooking, seeing it as something a perfectionist would do, applying precision even in the kitchen.

After savoring a large bowl of soup, Raegan remarked, “You've lured me for another bowl of soup."

Mitchel, cleaning her face with a wet wipe, saying teasingly, “Thank you, Miss Foster, for taking me in. Caring for you is the least I can do."

Raegan found herself at a loss for words.

After tossing the wipe away, Mitchel casually inquired, “Which soup did you like more, the one from lunch or tonight's?"

Once again, Raegan was lost for words. She thought back to the lunchtime call when Mitchel had offered to make and bring her a meal, only to find she was already dining with a business partner.

The business partner cheerfully handed her a bowl of soup and said, “Miss Foster, give this a try. It's supposed to make your skin softer and more dazzling."

Little did Raegan expect the words of a business partner, a man, would stick with Mitchel.

Raegan quipped, "The one I had at lunch was pretty good, made by a real chef."

"How good?" As Mitchel lifted Raegan up to head for a wash, he asked, “Better than what I make?"

Lately, Mitchel had been carrying Raegan around every evening, so she barely had to use her feet.

Mitchel enjoyed holding Raegan so much that he couldn't resist doing so every chance he got.

"The soup tonight was a bit on the sour side." Raegan laughed, looping her arms around Mitchel's neck.

Catching her drift, Mitchel responded with a smirk, "Staying at home waiting for you to come back makes me overthink."