Chapter 259

Harper

“Do you know how to cook?” I asked.

Declan glanced up from the counter where he had been digging through one of the grocery bags, holding a pack of instant noodles in one hand like he had just discovered something valuable.

“Does ramen count?”

“It does not,” I replied flatly.

He considered that for a moment, staring thoughtfully at the packet as if debating whether it deserved more respect