Betrayed by Fiance, Embraced by Hidden Tycoon-Chapter 62: Cool Down!

"Good morning, Abby." Sawyer was surprised to see her open the door for him.

"Morning. I thought you had left me behind in the middle of this forest, Sawyer," Abigail said, smiling at her foolish thought as she walked to the fridge.

Sawyer laughed softly as he closed the door behind him, his eyes fixed on her back. He slowly walked toward the dining table and sat down.

"How could I leave a beautiful lady in this secluded place? I would never do that, Abby," he replied calmly.

Abigail nearly coughed upon hearing his words. After hearing his fluttery words, she stood before the open fridge to cold her warm face.

’Why is he starting to repeat those sweet lines?’ Abigail wondered. ’Is this the effort he wants to show me? Is he trying to help me heal faster from my broken heart?’

She had countless questions she wanted to ask him. Still, she dismissed the idea instantly, worried that Sawyer would respond with those exact sweet words again.

"I’m checking that cabin’s electrical power to ensure you can wash with warm water," Sawyer said as he noticed her standing motionless in front of the fridge. Concerned about her, he moved slowly to check. "Are you alright? Why are you—"

"I’m fine," Abigail hurriedly interrupted him, turning around with a few ingredients in her hand. "Do you mind if I cook warm noodle soup for breakfast?" she asked, trying to divert their conversation.

Sawyer returned to the dining table and settled in, watching her move around the kitchen. A smile slowly spread across his face when he noticed the shyness in her expression.

"I told you before, I’m not a picky eater. I’ll eat anything you cook for me, Abby."

"Noted, sir..." Abigail playfully replied, trying hard to ignore his sweet words.

She began making noodle soup, a simple dish she often prepared in winter. After a few minutes, she felt his gaze fixed on her. Pausing for a moment, she glanced at him.

"Don’t put too much pressure on my noodles, Sawyer," she said, amused by the curious look on his face. "This isn’t fancy food, but my favorite for this cold weather. I’ve only added a few slices of meat, an egg, and some spring onion. I hope you like it, too."

"Just hearing the ingredients makes me hungry," Sawyer chuckled softly. In his mind, he was laughing at himself as he rarely ate breakfast. However, for her, he was willing to give up his habit and enjoy whatever she enjoyed.

"Ah, Sawyer... I forgot to ask, do you like spicy food?"

Instead of answering her directly, Sawyer asked, "How about you?"

"Me? Of course! I love spicy food. Without spice, it’s hard for me to enjoy my meals. Even when I eat steak, I have to have it with tabasco or chili sauce..."

Sawyer swallowed hard as he listened to her words. He wasn’t a fan of spicy food, but he could adjust for her. He nodded with a big smile. "See? We have something in common again, Abby." He responds to her.

"Wow! Really? Do you also like spicy food?"

"Mmm, yeah. Sure. I like it..." Sawyer nods calmly, even though he starts to feel his entire mouth burning inside out.

"Wow! Finding a man who enjoys spicy food in the capital is hard. That’s great! Okay, I will be adding a few more chilies..." Her eyes lit up as she walked to the fridge and took out a few large red and green chilies.

When Sawyer saw how large the chili was in Abigail’s hand, he instantly regretted what he had said.

’Oh, man! You’re digging your own grave! How do you handle that so much hot chili? You might die, man...’ Sawyer silently scolded himself while keeping a smile on his face.

Putting aside his fear of the chili, he couldn’t help but admire Abigail’s beauty. He was captivated by her grace as she moved quickly into the kitchen. She seemed to know exactly what she was doing.

’Did she also cook for that jerk?’ Suddenly, this thought stirred Sawyer’s annoyance as he recalled her awful ex-fiancé. ’It must be; they lived in the same house. There’s no way Abby didn’t cook for him, right?’ He needed to cool down with all those negative thoughts running in his mind.

He stood up from his seat and said, "Please excuse me, Abby. I’m going upstairs to wash up."

Abigail stopped him just as he was about to leave. "Sawyer, please don’t take too long. The noodles are almost done. You don’t want to eat it when it’s soggy," she said, worried.

Clenching his fists, Sawyer asked, "Any suggestions on how long I should be here before it gets soggy?"

"Around seven minutes," she replied while looking at her watch.

"Ah, no worries. I only need six and a half," Sawyer said before running upstairs.

He had to take a cold shower; otherwise, he might feel tempted to ask Brody to track down her ex-fiance and throw him into the Atlantic Ocean to become a shark’s lunch.

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’Why is he running upstairs so fast? Did he have a stomach ache? Why does his face look crimson? Like he was holding something...’

Abigail couldn’t help but laugh at her own thoughts. She shook her head slightly, then refocused on her nearly finished noodle soup.

As she waited for the soup to finish cooking, Abigail began to set the table.

She was amazed to find cooking equipment and cutlery in the cabin. There was even a coffee maker and an oven on the shelves. It felt more like she was in the city than in the middle of the woods.

After setting the table, the noodles finished cooking just in time.

Just before she placed two ceramic bowls on the dining table, Sawyer appeared in his long-sleeved black shirt—his sleeves rolled up to the elbows, and his muscular arms and matching pants. His hair was neatly combed back, just as it always was.

"Wow! You’re exactly on time, Sawyer," Abigail said, trying to distract herself from his charm that made her heart race.

Sawyer didn’t respond to Abigail; instead, he simply smiled and sat across from her. He was impressed by the noodles’ visual appeal, which made him feel hungry.

However, his stomach suddenly felt uneasy when he gazed at a bowl of chili on the table. The bowl is nearly full to the brim.