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**Khalid:** I’ll wait. The penthouse smelled like garlic, herbs, and something savory when I arrived just after eight. Khalid stood in the open kitchen, sleeves rolled up, stirring a pan with more focus than I’d seen him give most things lately. He looked up as I set my bag down, and for a moment, the smile he gave me reached his eyes. “Pasta puttanesca,” he said. “Your favorite. Or at least it used to be.” I slipped off my heels, the cool marble soothing my aching feet. “It still is.”

Lily babbles at me excitedly "I knew you’d agree with me. Pasta it is." It’s also the only thing I think I may be able to cook. It seems straightforward enough. I find a pot. I find pasta. I find a jar in the pantry that says PASTA SAUCE BASE on it in Natasha's handwriting. When I open it, I discover it's tomatoes. Just tomatoes. In a jar with some liquid. They’ve obviously been cooked, but there’s nothing else in there with them.

“No. They work together, so that’s the best way to see them at the same time.” He scooped his food onto a plate and grabbed a fork. Instead of carrying his food to the kitchen table, he stood at the counter and ate. “What do they do?” He scooped a bite into his mouth and chewed. Despite how pissed he was last night, he didn’t seem angry anymore. “They run a pasta company. It belonged to my grandparents, and it was passed to my parents. Now it belongs to the three of us.”

The waiter carefully placed the plate in front of me, and I was immediately captivated by the vibrant colors and enticing aroma. The dish was Tagliatelle al Tartufo, a classic Italian delicacy. The tagliatelle, with its wide, flat ribbons, was cooked to perfection. The pasta’s golden hue gleamed under a delicate drizzle of truffle oil, adding a luxurious sheen. The rich, earthy scent of the truffles was intoxicating, mingling with the aroma of melted Parmesan that enveloped the dish.

And now I can't tell her that I can't stay, I groan before continuing with what I'm doing. So I'm gonna have to see the face of that bitch once again. I decide to prepare Garlic Parmesan pasta with crispy chicken. I open the fridge, packs and packs of chicken, I take a few and boil it, then bring out the pasta from the drawer. I boil the pasta and walk towards the place where I hear my name. Madam A was calling me.

"Where are you? Where did you run off to? "Come back now, and I'll let the matters that happened at today's birthday banquet slide. "Heidi Yates, I won't allow you to marry someone else!" There were more than 99 unread messages and dozens of missed calls. I didn't reply. Instead, I deleted everything and blocked him without hesitation. There had been plenty of beautiful moments in our chat history. That was why, no matter how cruel he had been, I had never once considered deleting his contact.

“Pasta sounds good.” _______

"Oh quit being dramatic and get me the pasta! He'll be here any minute!" Ava's hands trembled slightly as she stirred the final touches into the simmering pot of pasta sauce. The tantalizing aroma filled the air, a symphony of flavors that promised to delight the senses. With a final taste to ensure perfection, she turned off the stove and covered the pot, allowing the pasta to soak up the rich flavors.

CHAPTER 51 LOU I get a plate again and put a portion of pasta on it. The merienda has started and everyone is busy getting food from table. There are two variations in the pasta category. There are spaghetti and carbonara. I can feel that we are now surrounded by Italian cuisine. There are also desserts such as cupcakes, cookies, and coffee jelly. I get one each from the three and headed to my seat. “Joshua? What time you will go later?” I asked Joshua beside me without looking.

she murmured. “Yeah?” “Why do you have, like... seven tattoos and none of them are food-related? You own a restaurant, Mr. Velluto Rosso. Where’s the little pasta noodle?” I grinned, “You want me to get a tattoo of spaghetti?” “Obviously. A single meatball with, like, storm clouds behind it.” I barked a laugh. “Or a fancy cursive quote. ‘Live. Laugh. Lasagna.’” “Oh my fucking God.”