The Villainess Needs a Hug (Ivy Windsor) novel Chapter 1017

Katrina's lips parted, but before she could answer, he pressed on, "Or are you broke again?"

That didn't make any sense. When they broke up, he had given her a massive payout for her time. Even with her mother's medical bills, there was no way she could have burned through all that money in just two months.

Besides, she had a job and a steady income now.

As for this apartment, he had helped her find it and prepaid six months of rent upfront. It wasn't even time for her to start paying rent yet.

Terrified that Naylor was about to start wiring her money, Katrina quickly explained, "No, I still have money. It's just that sometimes when I get off work, I don't feel like cooking. Instant noodles are just easier."

Thinking Naylor might look down on instant ramen, she changed her mind. "Actually, maybe I should just go downstairs with you."

"No need, ramen is fine. One meal won't kill me." Naylor was just enjoying being alone with her; he had no desire to go back out into the street.

What kind of thing was that to say! Katrina rolled her eyes at him. "Even if you ate instant ramen for every meal, it wouldn't kill you."

Naylor: "..."

Having successfully shut him down, Katrina got to work.

Though it was instant ramen, she wasn't just pouring hot water over a brick of noodles.

She fried a few slices of bacon until golden and crispy, fried two sunny-side-up eggs, and set some water to boil.

A few minutes later, the broth bubbled into a creamy white. She ripped open two packs of ramen and tossed them in. Right before the noodles were done, she washed a handful of greens and blanched them until they were vibrant.

Naylor leaned against the kitchen doorframe, watching her quietly work.

He never imagined he would find a woman so intoxicating just for making him instant ramen. In that moment, she looked breathtakingly beautiful.

Taking in the cozy, domestic scene, the frustration and anxiety that had plagued him for months vanished into thin air.

Seeing that he hadn't moved, Katrina threw a glance over her shoulder and sneered, "What, worried I poisoned it? Relax, I'm eating it too."

Seeing her relaxed enough to bicker with him instantly improved Naylor's mood. "If you actually poisoned me, I'd haunt you for the rest of your life."

"..." Katrina couldn't be bothered to respond.

She plated the noodles, carefully arranging the crispy bacon, perfectly fried eggs, and bright green vegetables on top—instantly elevating the humble instant ramen.

Naylor was genuinely starving, and the rich scent made his mouth water. He stepped forward quickly. "I'll carry them. Don't burn yourself."

Katrina didn't argue, following behind him with the silverware.

The apartment was tiny, and the dining area was no different. A small square table perfectly accommodated the two of them facing each other.

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