Mr. Warner, Your Wife is Running Away Again!-Chapter 735: I Guess This Counts as Living Together?

Chapter 735: Chapter 735: I Guess This Counts as Living Together?

Evan Sutton himself wasn’t much of a cook, so naturally, he had no right to criticize Hannah Sue.

After hearing Hannah Sue’s "self-recommendation," Evan picked up his chopsticks and tasted the stir-fried green peppers with pork that had too much soy sauce. Besides being a bit salty and the meat being cut a bit thick, there wasn’t much else to complain about...

Hannah waited expectantly for his reaction, and Evan simply put down his chopsticks and said lightly, "Barely edible."

Hannah’s eyes dimmed, her hand still pressing on the pot lid, through which she could see the blackened eggs inside.

Evan didn’t say anything, turned to look at the rice cooker that wasn’t even plugged in, and asked, "And the rice?"

Hannah froze for a moment, then realized she had completely forgotten to cook the rice.

Evan added, "There’s no rice left at home."

Before Hannah could ask, "What now?" Evan immediately said, "I’ll go down and buy some."

Watching Evan walk away, Hannah finally breathed a sigh of relief, looking regretfully at the inedible eggs in the pot, which she then dumped into the nearby trash can.

The first meal cooked by two people who couldn’t cook naturally wasn’t much to look at, and the taste teetered on the edge of "barely edible."

Originally, Hannah had wanted to make a delicious meal for Evan, who had worked hard all day, just like in the TV dramas, but she hadn’t expected to mess it up.

Evan only ate half a bowl of rice, but to be polite, he took a few bites of each dish. Then he put down his chopsticks, picked up a napkin to wipe his mouth, and asked lightly, "How much did it cost?"

Hannah was taken aback, and Evan nodded towards the dishes in front of them and clarified, "How much did it cost you to buy these things?"

"Do you want an expense report?"

Evan: "You’re a student, always telling me you’re broke. How could I let you pay?"

Hannah smiled and, without any pretense, held up two fingers: "Two hundred."

Evan stood up and walked towards the living room: "I’ll transfer it to you later."

Hannah, sipping her soup, said, "Actually, it’s okay. Consider it part of the rent."

Evan replied bluntly, "That two hundred won’t cover it."

Hannah protested, "I’m just sleeping on the sofa. You’d really charge me more?"

Evan went quiet for a moment, turned on the TV, and switched to an evening news channel. It was only after Hannah had finished eating and started cleaning up the dishes that he said, "I cleared out a room for you; move your things in later."

Hannah paused, hardly believing her ears: "What? You cleared out a room for me?"

She immediately dropped the plate in her hand, wiped her hands with a napkin, and eagerly asked, "Where is it, where is it?"

Evan glanced at the room and went back to watching TV.

Hannah quickly ran over and pushed open the door to take a look.

When she visited before, she only used the living room, and she didn’t know what this room looked like before, but now it was cozily arranged.

The bedsheets were covered with a small floral pattern, several plush toys were placed at the head of the bed, and in the corner was an empty desk with a lamp on top.

The setup was simple, but everything was thoughtfully arranged.

Hannah was delighted, turned her head, and asked him, "Did you set this up for me?"

Evan replied casually, "Threw it together. Buy whatever else you need."

Hannah felt moved and warm inside, feeling for the first time that someone had thoughtfully prepared things for her behind the scenes.

Not wanting to make it too sentimental, she swallowed her "thank you" and instead joked, "Then this two hundred for rent might not be enough."

Evan: "There’s one semester left until the college entrance exam. Focus on school, and the bill will be here. You can slowly pay it back once you graduate and find a job."

Hannah returned to the dining table, continued cleaning up, and then started talking to Evan about her job search.

The moment Evan heard, his face turned stern, and he scolded her: "What job are you looking for now? Have you finished your homework? Reviewed all your materials? Do you think your current grades are enough to get you into my university?"

A string of questions left Hannah speechless. She sheepishly looked at Evan and quietly retorted, "It’s winter break now, I finished most of my homework at school, and the job is only a few hours in the afternoon. I can study in the morning and evening."

Evan: "Go wash the dishes. After that, I’ll take you to the bookstore to get some workbooks."

Hannah: "..."

On the way to the bookstore, although Hannah didn’t yet know how difficult the workbooks Evan would choose were, she knew her plan to get a part-time job was toast.

Even though she could insist on going, and Evan couldn’t stop her, he would definitely be unhappy, so it was better not to go against him.

Besides, he was worried about her studies. Compared to her so-called family, Evan seemed more concerned about her future.

After a ten-minute drive, they arrived at a bustling bookstore.

Evan seemed very familiar with the place and led Hannah straight to the study materials section.

Hannah noticed that most of the people in this area were parents buying study materials with their children, making Evan and her the exception.

Evan bowed his head, seriously selecting the appropriate exercises, while Hannah felt her winter break would mostly go down the drain.

She suddenly regretted telling Evan about the part-time job. She could have just watched some dramas at home.

After an hour of selecting, they picked three books. At the cashier, Hannah quietly complained, "Even if I worked day and night, I couldn’t finish all of these."

Evan: "If you can’t finish, take them to school for the new term. I looked them over; they cover the basics pretty comprehensively. As long as you understand what’s in them, you won’t be far behind."

After he paid, Hannah carried the bag filled with books, never having dreamed that Evan’s first gift to her would be three thick workbooks.

"Do you need any stationery? Want to go take a look over there?"

Hannah nodded. She wasn’t really lacking anything, just wanted to spend more time with him.

Yet, for some reason, she always felt Evan talked to her in a parental tone, which she didn’t like—being treated like a child.

The bookstore was located on a commercial street. After leaving, they wandered around, buying some street food snacks.

It seemed neither had eaten much earlier in the evening, and both ate quite a bit as they strolled.

They returned home around ten.

Each went to their own room. Hannah hummed a cheerful tune as she hung her clothes from the suitcase into the wardrobe.

She pondered, did this count as cohabiting?