Chapter 347

The next morning, as usual, Frederick woke up early.

He found Anya and Fiona still nestled in their beds. When he reached the kitchen, he saw the ingredients scattered across the counters and decided to make a simple breakfast for them.

The aroma of cooking wafted through the house, reaching Anya and Fiona as they descended the stairs. Their eyes, drawn by the delicious aroma, landed on Frederick in the kitchen, sporting an apron and moving with practiced ease.

Anya's already frosty demeanor seemed to dip a few degrees further. "A grown man, fussing over a stove? Utterly useless!"

Fiona silently nodded in agreement. Her dislike for Frederick intensified after yesterday's incident, especially after Anya's comment about having to marry someone who saw her body. The thought of being tied to such an ordinary man left a bitter taste in her mouth.

Frederick beamed as he placed steaming hot pancakes and scrambled eggs

"Breakfast is ready, sweetheart! Don't let it get cold. There wasn't