Never Mistake a Queen for a Lapdog novel Chapter 1177

Thanks to Seth's masterful guidance, dinner turned out to be a success.

Noreen happily planted a kiss on Seth's cheek.

Seth scooped her up and carried her to the sofa.

The apartment was small and didn't have a dining room, so they usually ate at the low coffee table in the living room.

Seth was meticulously peeling shrimp for her.

Noreen suddenly thought of the nickname Rosalind Gilmore had given him and had to bite her lip to hold back a laugh.

Jokes aside, Seth was incredible at peeling shrimp.

In no time at all, he had a whole plate ready.

He even arranged the peeled shrimp in perfectly neat rows, making it almost feel like a crime to ruin his masterpiece.

It wasn't until Seth brought a piece of shrimp right to her lips that she finally started eating.

As she chewed, she looked around the apartment.

It was filled with his presence, everything organized strictly according to his taste.

Every single item was placed with immaculate precision.

It felt like extreme OCD.

And a severe case of it, at that.

Even the sticky notes on the wall were aligned perfectly straight, with equal spacing down to the millimeter.

She remembered the kitchen earlier—the plates, the pans, even the spice jars were perfectly lined up.

The old Seth definitely had a clean freak streak, but his OCD was never this intense.

After dinner, Noreen insisted on washing the dishes, citing that his injured finger shouldn't touch the water.

Seth gave in, but refused to leave her side.

For every plate she washed, he dried it, then stacked it flawlessly in the sterilizer.

Noreen glanced at him and asked, "When did you get so obsessive about keeping things perfectly aligned?"

Seth's hand froze holding a plate.

He quickly masked it, asking casually, "Am I?"

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