Pleasant words were always appreciated, and Marcia, grinning, encouraged, “Mrs. Dreskin, have a taste first."

Acknowledging the anticipation on Marcia's face, Claudia agreed, "Okay."

Having savored sausages during her concert tour, Claudia's memory of their taste lingered. A few days ago, when Marcia inquired about changing dishes, Claudia, recalling her fondness for sausages, casually mentioned them.

Amid Marcia's expectant gaze, Claudia took the first bite.

“Very good, Marcia," Claudia praised sincerely, savoring the flavors.

She could discern the considerable effort Marcia had invested in the dish.

Observing Claudia's genuine appreciation, Marcia breathed a sigh of relief. "Mrs. Dreskin, what else would you like to eat? Feel free to let me know. I'll make an effort to learn and cook it. Cooking might be my only talent, and I'm happy to try."

"Okay, I'll let you know as soon as I think of something."

As the two conversed, Bennett, having changed his clothes, approached.

“What are you two talking about?"

"This is the first time Marcia cooked this dish. Give it a try."

Claudia gestured towards the plate of sausages in front of him.

Bennett picked up his fork and took a bite.

"Is it delicious?" asked Claudia.

"Not bad."

Considering Bennett's discerning taste, this was already a commendable comment.

Marcia, feeling a wave of relief, retreated to the kitchen, leaving the dining room to the two of them.

Post-breakfast, Claudia planned to take a leisurely stroll before heading to the piano room for practice.

Bennett accompanied her into the garden, and before she knew it, her hand was clasped in his.

Confused, she raised her head to look at him. "What's wrong?"

"It's not that cold, you know."

He ignored her words as he held her hand firmly, engulfing hers with his larger one. Claudia could feel his warmth and it sent shivers down her spine.

She gazed at him, blinked, and remarked, "Your hand is warm." She could feel a blush prickle at her cheeks.

He stopped abruptly and faced her with a subtle smile on his face.