I Walked Away And He Lost His Mind (Zephyra and Steven) novel Chapter 630

Downstairs in the kitchen.

The kind proprietor had let me use her private cooking space.

I went to the market just outside and bought some beef, tomatoes, seasonings, and noodles.

The money, of course, I'd borrowed from Gordon. I'd given all my earnings to Steven, so I was broke.

I don't have any memories of my past, but it felt like noodles were always delicious no matter how you cooked them, especially with a good sauce. All these ideas for how to prepare them were flooding my mind.

Maybe I used to cook? Was I a chef?

Why would Steven call me nothing but a pretty face?

To my surprise, David was also in the private kitchen.

He was trimming vegetables, and the discarded leaves he'd placed on the floor formed the lifelike shape of a person dancing.

"Wow, that's amazing!" I exclaimed.

David froze when he saw me, then quickly swept away his carefully arranged creation. "What are you doing in my mom's kitchen?"

"Making myself some food. It's better than eating out!"

David scoffed.

"You don't look like someone who struggles for money... you look like some rich kid. Why would you need to cook?"

I chuckled. "Do you have a problem with rich people or pretty people? You were annoyed with me this morning, and you're still annoyed with me now. We don't even know each other, do we?"

"If you're unhappy with your life, take it up with life, not with me."

David huffed but his attitude softened slightly.

Thinking about my "glorious" past made my face flush with embarrassment.

According to Steven, I had no real job and just used my looks to cling to him, my life's ambition being to become a stay-at-home wife who did nothing but coast by. The idea sounded unbelievable when I first heard it, but now it just sounded pathetic.

"I didn't have much of an education," I said. "I got by on my looks."

David snorted with laughter but seemed to believe me. "You're pretty sharp, I thought you'd at least have a college degree. But I guess education isn't everything. Your face is definitely good enough to get you by. But in my opinion, your boyfriend is even better looking. So cool and detached, all buttoned-up in that suit... but his eyes are so wild and defiant. A real challenge. Totally my type."

I blinked.

Wait a minute. Something about what he said felt... off.

I gripped the knife in my hand and couldn't help but glance at him.

The suggestive smile on David's face vanished instantly. "Hey, let's talk this out. I wouldn't poach a taken man."