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Chapter 1594: Jiang Yang\'s Intentions

"This home is the only way I could preserve everything as it is, all the memories I had here with the important people in my life. Time can never stop, but at least this way I can feel like I\'m living in those moments. Not just me, but when others come here, I want them to see this apartment as a place where they can find traces of those memories and reminisce about them," Jiang Yang answered. "That includes memories with you, which I never wished to forget."

Nicky felt touched. "Is that why you never moved to another place or bought any other home?"

Jiang Yang nodded. "I prefer to live here."

"Sounds good," she commented, then asked, "Your parents?"

"They have returned to the USA," Jiang Yang answered. "That\'s precisely why they brought you home-there is no one to disturb us," his gaze turning meaningful.

Nicky cleared her throat awkwardly. It wasn\'t that she hadn\'t expected this, but it had been a long time since they were together like this.

"I\'ll get water," she said, walking towards the kitchen. "Would you like some as well?"

"Yes," Jiang Yang smiled lightly and followed her. "You\'re not acting like a guest but more like the mistress of this house already. Not bad."

"I just know where to get what I need," she replied, entering the kitchen. "Don\'t want to trouble you for just a glass of water," and she opened the refrigerator to fetch a bottle of water.

Jiang Yang leaned against the kitchen counter, watching her get two glasses and pour the water. She handed one to him and took the other for herself. Although it was a simple gesture, Jiang Yang felt as if having her here was like a dream, and he wished to cherish every moment of it.

"What would you like to eat?" Jiang Yang asked.

In response, Nicky turned to the refrigerator and looked through it. "Hmm, everything is available. What would you like me to cook?"

Jiang Yang raised a brow as he finished the water from his glass. "Miss Xi can cook?"

"Of course, I can," she replied, glancing through what was available and what she could cook. Jiang Yang placed the empty glass back on the counter and walked towards her. "Since when?"

"Since long," she answered. "I missed home-cooked food when I was away, so I learned how to make it."

He circled his arms around her while standing behind her. "So, am I going to be blessed with meals cooked by someone else from now on?"

She nodded. "As long as you don\'t hate what I cook."

"I won\'t. I am not a picky eater. Even if you give me a bitter gourd, as long as it\'s cooked by you, I will munch on it happily."

"Make sure to buy it then. I don\'t see any bitter gourds here," she replied, picking out what she needed. "Since you haven\'t told me what you want to eat, I\'ll just cook whatever."

"I look forward to it," he said, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt to his elbows. "Let me know what I can help you with."

"Wash those vegetables," she instructed, while busying herself with marinating the meat. Jiang Yang happily complied. It was a nice feeling to be ordered around by her while she focused on her work.

For the next hour, the kitchen of the Jiang residence bustled with the sound of sizzling and the aroma of tasty food, as the couple worked in perfect harmony. The meal was ready soon after, and the two carried the hot dishes to the dining table, with Jiang Yang arranging them to

serve.

He looked at the dining table with a contented expression. "Is this how my father feels when my mom cooks for him, and then he awaits to taste it?"

Nicky smiled. "Not sure, as my mother never cooked for my father. At least, I don\'t have any such memory. In my memory, they were always distant people who never even shared the same room. My father\'s betrayal must have changed her."

Jiang Yang pulled out a chair for Nicky to sit on and said, "Maybe in the past, when everything was better between them, she must have cooked for him. Don\'t forget, she married your father because she fell for him, and a woman in love can do even the impossible. You are like your mother, but here you are, cooking for me."

Nicky sat in the chair. "Am I like her?"

He nodded. "In many ways."

"I\'ll ask her if she ever cooked for my father. Then I\'ll know if we are really alike."

Jiang Yang nodded and looked at the food in his dish, "Everything looks delicious. At least I am going to have a wife who knows how to cook."

"You should first eat and then draw conclusion."

Jiang Yang had a bit, "As tasty as I could imagine. It\'s really good."

After dinner, the two settled in the drawing room, watching TV.

"Have you informed home that you would be staying here?" Jiang Yang asked.

"I thought I would be returning home..."

"It seems I hadn\'t made my intentions clear before," Jiang Yang said, pulling her closer.

She looked at him nonchalantly. "What intentions?"

Jiang Yang saw through her pretence. "Playing hard to get, Miss Xi?"

"Am I?" She tried to pull away, but Jiang Yang drew her back and flipped her onto the couch

under him.

"Are you not?" he asked, a wicked smirk playing on his lips.

She didn\'t struggle under him but asked calmly, "I\'m not playing hard to get. How would I

know your intentions unless you state them clearly?"

He raised an eyebrow. "Want me to say it clearly?"

"I am not a mind reader," she retorted.

"Let me make it clear to you then," he said, leaning in closer to her, his body pressing down on hers. Instead of kissing her, he leaned his face close to her ear, his hot breath tingling her ear as he whispered.

"My intentions are to fuck you hard the entire night to make up for the past ten years that we have spent apart."