Beside her, Lyndon arched an eyebrow and mirrored her smile.

His wife's old flame had clearly found contentment, but what about that persistent secret admirer?

What caliber of woman might successfully divert this admirer's attention?

"Corrine, I recall you were truly hopeless in the kitchen," Reggie remarked. "It appears Keanu possesses considerable culinary talent?"

"Absolutely! His cooking prowess is precisely what captured my heart," Corrine declared with radiant enthusiasm. "Our future is perfectly arranged—he'Ll handle the cooking, and I'll manage the appreciation."

Reggie chuckled warmly, "Just look at that expression of pure satisfaction."

Corrine entwined her arm with Keanu's. "I've always maintained that men who excel in the kitchen possess extraordinary charm. That's why each time I gaze at my Keanu, he becomes increasingly irresistible."

Keanu shifted uncomfortably under her lavish praise.

"Please, enough flattery," he murmured. "I possess no exceptional talents—cooking is simply something I've managed to master."

Reggie laughed heartily. "Don't diminish your abilities, Keanu. Culinary skill rivals business acumen in complexity. When I first ventured into cooking, my hands were decorated with numerous blisters."

Corrine perked up. "Reggie, you're proficient in the kitchen as well?"

Reggie nodded. "Indeed. During my years abroad, I couldn't acclimate to the local cuisine, so necessity drove me to culinary self-education. As they say, persistence yields mastery. I've developed several signature dishes through sheer determination."

"Really? When do I get to taste your cooking, Reggie?" Corrine's eyes sparkled with excitement as soon as she learned that Reggie could cook.

Reggie smiled warmly. "Well, I just got back to the country, and my house is still under renovation. Once everything's ready, I'll have you all over for a proper feast. I'll make sure to impress you."

"Perfect!" Corrine clapped her hands eagerly. "Then I'll finally have a chance to compare your cooking with Keanu's. We'll see who's the real chef!"

Keanu laughed. "Hey, I only know a few simple dishes. Don't hype me up too much."

Corrine shook her head, serious. "No, Keanu, you're too modest. Even Glenn praised your cooking, remember?"

Keanu chuckled. "That's just because he was being polite. Plus, next to your terrible cooking, even instant noodles would taste gourmet."

Corrine pouted. "See? I always compliment you, and you still find ways to tease me."

Smiling, Keanu picked up some food and placed it on her plate. "Alright, alright. Eat up."

While they bantered cheerfully, Reggie turned toward Lyndon, who had remained silent.

"We've all been chatting away," Reggie said with a mischievous glint, "but Mr. Fernandez, you've hardly said a word. Can you cook?"

Lyndon sipped his wine, answering coolly, "Never tried before."

A flicker of amusement danced in Reggie's eyes as he teased, "Makes sense. You seem like someone who's had everything handed to him. Cooking probably feels... beneath you."