Our Billion-Worth Twins

Chapter 286

Chapter 286 Catelyn flinched. She was only caring about him. Why did Cedrick look at her so sharply? Cedrick pulled his tie open elegantly and placed his coat over the back of the chair, then rolled his sleeves up his elbow, exposing a small section of his muscular wrist. “Get me some medicine first,” he spoke, his voice sounding rather husky.

Could he have gotten the flu because of her?

If it were not for her, would he be pestered by Lola at the Barricade Club and caught a cold after?

Catelyn could not understand him.

She nodded and glanced at the suitcase from the corner of her eye before she went to get the medicine from the first-aid box under her television cabinet.

She had a few types of flu medicine ready at home, ranging from ordinary ones to super effective ones.

Her fingertip hovered over the regular flu medicine before she settled for the super-effective one. This one would make the consumer drowsy, though.

Since Cedrick did not seem to be leaving anytime soon, she decided to let him fall asleep.

Catelyn prepared a simple meal for them both.

She finished her meal quicker as she was worried her son was starving. She kept checking the time and was expecting that within half an hour, Cedrick’s medicine would kick in. Cedrick’s appetite was similar to Ollie’s; he liked simple, bland dishes. Hence, Catelyn did not make something too flavourful for the dinner.

He ate quietly with his cutlery without making any remarks. However, he did not pause at all while eating.

Catelyn considered this her first time cooking for him. Before this, she only made him a sandwich, and he only got to eat some dessert that Catelyn made for Ollie.

“Tastes okay. Did you use to cook for Jamie?” he suddenly asked, and it caught Catelyn off guard.

She did not expect him to mention Jamie.

“He never tasted anything I made. Four years ago, when my dad was still around, he wouldn’t let me cook.” Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

Ezekiel hired a lot of servants back then so that his daughter did not have to cook.

Catelyn felt her nostrils warming when she thought of her father.

Ezekiel was sent to prison four years ago, and unfortunately, they ran into an accident while on their way. Her father fell into the river with the vehicle, and no one had heard from him

ever since.

Her memories flashed across her mind. She noticed Cedrick was watching her, and his gaze was incomprehensible.

Catelyn blinked, and her eyelids wiped away the layer of mist in her eyes. “Finish the food while it’s still warm,” she spoke.

Cedrick looked away and did not say anything. She looked so depressed. Did she think of Jamie?