My Super Sassy Dad: Stop Running Away, Mrs. Quinn!-Chapter 464: What Do You Want?

"Not going," Melody Thorne closed her eyes. She didn’t even want to move a finger, just wanted to sleep, sleep, sleep.

Seeing her fall asleep, Jared Quinn, the patient, had no intention of sleeping. He went downstairs, where Timmy’s eyes were fixed on the upper floor.

He was waiting for Melody Thorne to come down, but instead, it was his father who came down.

"Master, master, you’re still injured. Tell me what you want to do, and I’ll do it immediately," the butler hurried over, extending his hands to support him.

Jared Quinn’s eyes shot over with a sharp, warning glare.

As long as he doesn’t collapse, his noble and proud bloodline is still there. How could he let someone help him like a cripple?

The butler quickly withdrew his hands upon receiving the warning, "Then, master... do you want to?"

Jared Quinn’s gaze swept across the hall, settling on the kitchen with a deep look, as if pondering something, though his expression was mildly stiff.

"Master, I’ve just reheated the dishes. Do you want to eat now?" The butler assumed Jared Quinn was hungry.

"No need," Jared Quinn stepped down the last flight of stairs, walking towards the kitchen one step at a time.

The butler looked confused at his young master.

Watching him enter the kitchen, then scan the surroundings, from the fridge to the knife for cutting vegetables, and then to some other bowls and utensils.

"Master..." the butler couldn’t help but speak again.

Jared Quinn’s deep-set features were stiff, neither good nor bad, just particularly rigid, dangerously unpredictable. After a moment, he spoke, "How do you cook?"

He was invincible in the business world, but that didn’t mean he was in the kitchen too.

In his eyes, the kitchen was a waste of time. He even thought eating was a waste, let alone cooking.

But...

That Hans Montrose can cook, and he even does it very well. Melody Thorne loves to eat it!

The butler’s shocked expression lingered because his young master had never set foot in the kitchen, yet now was asking how to cook?

"Master, master, don’t be impulsive. Leave the cooking to us. What do you want to eat? Or what does Madam want to eat? I’ll have them make it immediately."

How could we let an expensive chef sit idle?

How could we let the young master cook himself?

"Speak!" Jared Quinn’s hand at his side was already clenched tightly.

He must cook the dish, and it had to be Melody Thorne’s favorite!

Like how she used to cook for him.

To win a woman’s heart, you must first win her stomach.

The butler swallowed, not worried about anything else, just that the kitchen might disappear entirely starting today!

"Master, master, Madame instructed that from today on, your hands mustn’t touch anything, or she’ll leave home," Melody Thorne indeed said this.

"She also said we should supervise, and if anyone sees and doesn’t speak up, they’ll be dismissed immediately."

This is entirely a situation where Madame is in charge.

Jared Quinn "..."

"Master, why don’t you go back upstairs? You can cook Madam’s favorite dishes once you’re better. I’m sure she’ll be very happy," the butler had guessed as much. Who else could make the young master so attentive, to the point of wanting to learn to cook, besides young Madam? 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

Jared Quinn’s proud chin tightened, his gaze swept over the kitchen once more, and he strode out.

The butler breathed a sigh of relief.

"Find a cookbook."