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Chapter 175 - 175: 175: Morgan Zhekova Followed You Too

Cindy Clarke felt like her last bit of territory had just been infiltrated by him.

Adrian Zhekova’s presence was overpowering; her room seemed to have been completely invaded by his scent.

The familiar smell that used to belong to her was long gone.

Cindy Clarke, startled by Adrian Zhekova, was nearly tripped off balance.

The weight of the pillows and blankets made her feel dizzy and light-headed.

She lost balance and toppled over.

Adrian Zhekova dropped the cookbook, dashed over in two strides and still managed to catch Cindy Clarke in time.

But in doing so, Cindy Clarke practically fell into Adrian Zhekova’s arms and was embraced by him.

Adrian Zhekova lowered his head to see Cindy Clarke’s flushed face.

He couldn’t help but chuckle.

This deep, magnetic laughter embarrassed Cindy Clarke beyond words, and she quickly pulled herself out of his arms as if she had been burnt.

Adrian Zhekova felt regretful. He hadn’t even had a good hug yet.

Cindy Clarke shoved the pillows and blankets into Adrian Zhekova’s arms without looking up.

She murmured without raising her head, “Please go to sleep now, good night.”

Unexpectedly, Adrian Zhekova calmly placed the pillow and blankets on Cindy Clarke’s bed first.

Cindy Clarke looked at him with a puzzled face.

Could Adrian Zhekova possibly be planning to sleep here directly?

“Are you sleepy now?” Adrian Zhekova asked again.

Cindy Clarke was caught off guard.

She wasn’t sleepy, but it wasn’t exactly appropriate to continue chatting with him at this late hour.

It would be better to claim she was sleepy and let him go to bed soon.

Just as she was about to reply, Adrian Zhekova pointed at her desk and said, “If you’re not tired, could you clear my doubts? I’m a bit obsessive-compulsive. If I have questions, I won’t be able to get a good sleep tonight.”

“Your curiosity must be where Morgan gets his from,” Cindy Clarke blurted out absentmindedly.

Morgan was the same; he had to get to the bottom of anything he set his eyes

on.

If he couldn’t satisfy his curiosity, he would feel extremely uncomfortable, always be bothered by it and wouldn’t be able to forget about it.

Adrian Zhekova paused for a moment, then chuckled lightly.

The bedroom door was open, but Cindy Clarke still felt as if she was trapped in this confined and cramped space with him.

His chuckling lingered above her head. It tickled her scalp and made her ears turn red.

Then, her recipe appeared before her eyes.

It was handed over by Adrian Zhekova, “What does this in the brackets mean?”

“When I am experimenting with different cuisines, I tend to try a variety of methods. Like here,” Cindy Clarke pointed to a part in the cookbook with her slender white finger, “Here I tried to pan-fry then marinate, or marinate then pan-fry.”

“Here, although it is seasoned in this way, I was wondering if I could switch it to what’s in these brackets? The question mark means I haven’t tried it yet, but I’m curious about it and made a note to try it later.”

“All these notes on the side are my annotations. The original idea, the purpose, and the thought process at that time for every chosen method is all written here.”

“I record all of these things. When I’m free, I will flip through these notes.

Sometimes I forget the reason for doing things a certain way after a long time. But after reading the notes, I feel like I’m seeing someone else’s diary. It brings a fresh perspective and could give me some inspiration, ” Cindy Clarke explained.

Adrian Zhekova flipped through casually. Even with just a casual glance, he could see the dedication Cindy Clarke had put into it..