Compared to the stark, empty living room, Lucien’s kitchen felt a little more lived-in.Just as he’d said, all the seasonings were there, neatly stored within easy reach. Avery was quite pleased with the setup. The only thing she wasn’t happy with was his knives.They were too small. Chopping wasn’t smooth, and in her rush to move faster, she accidentally cut her finger.“Ouch!”She let out a soft cry, which Lucien heard immediately. He strode into the kitchen.Under the bright kitchen lights, she pinched her bleeding finger, momentarily at a loss.“How can you be this careless?” Lucien sounded sharp, his brow tightly furrowed, yet his hand was gentle as he took her finger.Luckily, the cut wasn’t deep.He guided her to the sink, turned on the tap, and let the cool water run slowly over the small wound. The bleeding soon stopped.“It’s fine. Your knives are so dull from not being used. It barely broke the skin.”Lucien didn’t respond. He turned off the tap, pulled a paper towel, carefu
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