Three Years Wasted I Married Mr. Right novel Chapter 97

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Chapter 97

“You should still try to turn in earlier.” Sophia said with genuine concern. “The doctor wants you to get plenty of rest for your heart. It’s not good for you to stay up so late.”

Edmund’s eyes crinkled with amusement. “Alright, I’ll listen to you,” he replied.

Then he turned to Jason and said, “Go on, bring that bread over here. I want to try Sophie’s cooking while it’s still warm.”

Edmund could barely contain himself after knowing Sophia had delivered the bread. He was drooling in anticipation.

Jason said with a chuckle, “Don’t worry, I’ll grab a plate and serve them up.”

He turned and went into the kitchen, then came back out in no time with a plate of bread and acorn pancakes.

The bread hadn’t been steamed for long, so the acorns inside were as fresh and vibrant as if they had just been cooked.

Jason grinned, “Ms. Evans, you must’ve brought these over right after you made them. They’re still piping hot.”

Edmund grabbed a piece of bread with his hand. It was still almost too hot to touch. It truly warmed his heart.

Ever since the Sterling family became prosperous, he could feast on anything he desired. Yet, despite all the exotic delicacies, what lingered most in his heart was still that simple, rustic bread.

He’d never forget that year, when famine gripped the land and his family was nearly starving to death.

Edmund’s mother returned home clutching a bag of acorns, and with the very last of the flour they had, she baked some bread.

She used to say that if they were doomed to starve, at least they should die with full bellies.

That day, Edmund got only half a loaf, but he would remember it for the rest of his life as the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted.

All these years, that flavor had lingered in Edmund’s memory, never fading, no matter how much time passed.

But he’d never been able to taste it again, not even once.

Biting into the bread, nostalgia washed over Edmund, and suddenly his eyes widened in surprise.

Edmund thought, “This is really the taste from my memories.’

Edmund said with a sigh, “I’ve missed this flavor for decades. Today, I finally got to taste it once more.”

Sophia gazed at him in amazement. She thought, ‘So Richard wasn’t kidding when he said Edmund had to eat acorn bread every year. Edmund is trying to taste that old memory again!

“Mr. Sterling, if you like them that much, I’ll make them for you more often,” Sophia offered.

Edmund shook his head and said with a smile, “You’re thoughtful, but I can’t keep accepting these from you. We’re not family, after all. Wouldn’t it be awkward if I had you doing this all the time?”

Sophia paused, taken aback. She thought, ‘Wait, what does he mean by that? Did I overstep?”

“It’s no trouble at all, Mr. Sterling,” Sophia reassured him. “I’m a pretty good cook. Here, try the acorn pancakes I made.”

Edmund set aside the remaining half of his bread and picked up his fork to savor the acorn pancakes, which tasted exactly as he remembered.

“Sophie,” Edmund said, “your husband is no good. Why not divorce him? If you do, I’ll help you find a real decent man who knows how to treat you right.”

Edmund thought, ‘It’s such a waste for a sweet, kind–hearted girl like Sophie to be tied to Lucas.’

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