Goodbye Saintess (by Edelweiss W.S.) novel Chapter 119

**The Unseen Kingdom That Followed Me Into Every Dream by Alyndra Meron Valeen 119**

“I told you, didn’t I? This one’s on me!” Claire exclaimed, her grin wide enough to light up the dimly lit grocery store.

“Alright then,” I replied, a chuckle escaping my lips, amused by her enthusiasm.

Our shopping spree had yielded a bountiful haul, and we struggled to carry the weight of our grocery bags as we made our way back to the apartment. Once we crossed the threshold, Claire immediately claimed the kitchen as her sacred territory. “Stay out! This is my domain now!” she ordered, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

I attempted to lend a hand several times, but each time I approached, she would wave me away with a determined look. “No! Leave everything to me, Sebastian. Let me cook! I’m trying to surprise you!” Her voice was filled with a mix of determination and mischief, and I couldn’t help but admire her spirit.

Moments later, I was taken aback by the sudden flashes of light dancing around the kitchen and the whirring sound of the ventilator. Claire was in her element, the aspiring masterchef of our little world.

However, it wasn’t long before I noticed a troubling sight—the flames were beginning to climb higher, visible through the translucent window that separated the living room from the kitchen. A faint but unmistakable scent of something burning wafted into the air, and my heart sank.

“Claire?” I called out, a knot of anxiety tightening in my stomach. My instincts were screaming that something was terribly wrong.

There was no response. I could see smoke seeping out from beneath the door, thick and ominous. This was bad. I couldn’t remember ever preparing a meal that resulted in such a smoky disaster.

‘Is this a fire?’ I thought, panic rising within me.

I rushed to the door and flung it open. “Claire, are you alright?!” I shouted, my voice laced with urgency.

As I stepped into the kitchen, smoke enveloped me, and I gagged, the acrid smell burning my nostrils.

Finally, Claire turned to face me, her expression a mix of panic and embarrassment, her face streaked with soot. “Oh no! Why are you in here? I was making chicken chop, but the flame… it got a little too high…” Her words tumbled out in a rush, and I could see the flames roaring behind her, licking hungrily at the ventilator fan.

My eye twitched involuntarily.

“Y-You call this ‘a little too high’?!” I exclaimed, horror washing over me as I took in the chaos.

“You could have just told me that!” I sighed, shaking my head as I gently nudged her out of the kitchen. “Go wash your face. I’ll handle dinner from here.”

“Wait, do you cook, Sebastian?” she asked, her curiosity piqued.

“Of course,” I replied, a hint of pride in my voice.

“Why do you know everything—”

I closed the kitchen door behind me, cutting off her question, and set to work cleaning up the remnants of her culinary adventure. Once the kitchen was finally presentable, I began preparing our dinner, my movements calm and methodical.

Two hours later, the meal was complete. It was simple homemade cooking, but the aroma that filled the air was inviting, a warm embrace that promised comfort.

Before I could announce its readiness, Claire burst into the kitchen, her eyes wide with awe. “Oh my god! Sebastian, you made all of this yourself?! It looks amazing and smells incredible! Is there anything you can’t do?!” Her excitement was infectious, and I couldn’t help but smile at her enthusiasm.