Chapter: 120

From the adjacent house, a delicious aroma drifted, reminiscent of meals from the Hewitt family's mansion.

The most difficult thing for Kaitlin to part with after the divorce was the food from Alan's.

Considering Alan's high standards, the chef who consistently pleased him was certainly outstanding.

"The chef from my place made this. You've probably been craving it since you left, right?" Alan's voice carried a hint of nostalgia as he talked. He had been meticulous, seeking insights from those close to Kaitlin to make the moment perfect.

His conviction was strong. He believed Kaitlin would not decline his gesture.

True to his expectations, Kaitlin's face brightened with a smile, and she nodded in agreement.

"It's already made, so it'd be a shame to let it go to waste," she remarked casually.

Catching Alan's subtly pleased expression, she quickly set boundaries again. "I don't agree because of your invitation. I just miss that chef's cooking. Don't misunderstand."

“Of course."

Kaitlin placed her keys on the table and proceeded to the adjoining room.

She observed the familiar layout. Its understated, elegant decor mirrored Alan's taste seamlessly.

"When did you buy this place?" she asked.

Alan shook his head, a smile playing on his lips. "I can't recall exactly. Dylan manages those details," he confessed.

The area was ripe for real estate gains, prompting him to invest in multiple properties, including the two adjoining ones they were discussing.

Initially, Alan hadn't been sure if his motives for arranging one of the houses for Kaitlin were entirely selfless.

But now, he appreciated the chance to live next door.

Kaitlin pondered in silence how remarkably wealthy he was, then took her seat to dine.

The table brimmed with her favorite dishes, and she felt grateful that the chef had remembered.

"Mrs. Hewitt, it's been quite some time. Since your departure, no one has savored the dishes I prepare," the chef said.

Kaitlin offered a warm smile. "This time, I'll make sure nothing goes to waste."

She started her meal, not caring about how she looked. In the middle of eating, she remembered to explain something.

"Please, don't call me Mrs. Hewitt. I divorced Alan."

The chef exhaled deeply. “Couple have their disputes. You and Mr. Hewitt seemed so perfect for each other. To me, you'll always be part of the Hewitt family."

Then, casting a glance at Alan, the chef continued, "Mr. Hewitt misses you deeply. It's something not everyone sees, but I do. He barely eats at home anymore, not like when he used to dine with you regularly."