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Becoming A Tech Tycoon Begins With Regression novel Chapter 115

Chapter 115: Pozole

"Here you go, mijo," María said as she set the steaming bowl of pozole before him,"dig in."

Ethan looked at the dish with a smile on his face as he sat down, "this brings back memories."

"Yeah, it really does." María responded as she also sat on the opposite side of the table, "now eat up before it gets cold."

"Thanks for the food," he said as he picked up a spoon and mixed the soup for a bit before taking a spoon full into his mouth.

An explosion of rich, savory flavors spread across his tongue, as he felt the tender chicken that fell apart easily, the earthy sweetness of hominy, the slight smokiness of chilies blending with the tang of lime.

Ethan closed his eyes briefly as he savored it.

He had completely forgotten how her cooking tasted as though he hadn’t had it in years..... which he hadn’t.

María on the other hand just looked at Ethan with a smile on her face as he ate, causing him to look up from his bowl and at her.

"Yours is gonna get cold," Ethan said, pointing his spoon at her bowl.

"Don’t worry, I’ll eat," she responded, "it’s just that I’ve never seen you eat this happily."

She is right, Ethan thought to himself.

Since he was trying his hardest not to get attached to her, whenever she brought food, he preferred eating it alone in his room.

No matter how hard she tried inviting him to have a meal together,he always denied, so she really was happy seeing him eat like this, right in front of her.

It really did fill her heart with joy.

"So, Ethan," she started, "tell me about the girls try to court you."

There was a mischievous smile on her face which caused Ethan to sigh, he knew she’d bring this up and there was only one person to blame for it,

Irina.

"Irina was only joking," he muttered, setting his spoon down with a faint sigh, "she likes stirring up trouble."

María chuckled, her eyes twinkling. "Ah, but jokes always carry a grain of truth, mijo. You’re handsome, smart... and now that you’ve grown up, I’m sure many young ladies notice."

"Not yet, María." Ethan shook his head, lips forming a faint smile. "Not interested."

Well, that was a lie, since there was a certain someone the even he knew he was interested in.

He knew that he now saw her as more than a friend, a business partner or even a pawn on his board, but he couldn’t tell María that.

"Not even a little?" she pressed, tilting her head, pretending to be casual but clearly enjoying his discomfort.

He met her gaze with his calm and resolute one. "I have too much on my plate to worry about that kind of thing."

María leaned back in her chair, her expression softening. "Mijo, life isn’t just work and responsibility. One day, when you’re older, you’ll look back and regret the things you didn’t allow yourself to feel. Don’t close your heart completely."

Ethan stirred his pozole slowly, her words cutting deeper than she realized. If only you knew, María... if only you knew how little I can afford to open my heart.

Still, he let out a small smile. "Maybe someday. But not now."

María let the topic drop, though she was still smiling. She picked up her spoon and finally began eating, clearly satisfied she had at least planted the seed.

The meal passed with a companionable silence after that—Ethan eating more slowly, savoring the warmth of the moment.

When the bowls were finally empty, María stood to clear the table. "You’ve eaten well, huh? I’ll have to cook more tomorrow."

Ethan stood as well, grabbing his bowl before she could. "I’ll wash up."

"Don’t worry about it, Mijo," she said, waving a hand in front of her, "you need some rest after your trip, just let me get your key and you’ll move in."

"I’m fi—" before he could say anything else María’s phone rang, interrupting the two.

With a small frown on her face, since she wasn’t expecting a call from anyone, she moved to the table she dropped her bag and started rummaging through.

Getting her phone out, her frowned got deeper as she identified the caller ID before she picked up and moved away from dining room and towards her room.

Seeing the frown on her face, Ethan immediately suspected that something was wrong so he said, "Athena."

Chapter 115: Pozole 1

Chapter 115: Pozole 2

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