Chapter 46 Scene of Betrayal?

The next day, Dagmar changed into a black suit, meticulously groomed his hair, and even wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his nose, appearing even more refined and cultured.

He stood still for a moment, taking in the sight of Fiona in her black down jacket from afar.

She ran toward him, her nose red from the morning mist, and her clear eyes seemingly veiled by a layer of mist.

The passenger door opened, and she swiftly jumped inside, rubbing her reddened hands.

"Temperature dropped suddenly. It's too cold!" she exclaimed.

The car's heat was turned on.

Fiona felt better after a while.

"Breakfast," Dagmar handed the breakfast to Fiona.

Fiona thought it must be bought, perhaps some buns or porridge.

But when she opened it...

"You made this?" Fiona was taken aback.

"Yes," Dagmar nodded. "Eat it while it's hot."

"Mar, you used to be a kitchen disaster, and now..." Fiona trailed off.

"Can you cook?" Fiona exclaimed in surprise.

"The food abroad is not tasty, so I learned how to cook o