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"When did you learn to cook?"

"During my studies abroad."

"Foreign food really isn't as good as ours."

"Mm."

As they chatted, Xavier Grayson's expression softened.

His answers were short, but the atmosphere finally eased. As long as he wasn't wearing that cold face, everything felt manageable.

It was ironic, though—their conversation didn't sound like a married couple at all