Theodore poked his head out through the kitchen door, with a white apron draped around his waist and a spatula in his left hand. He flashed a smile when he saw her. He was on a call a while ago and had vaguely heard the front door open. "You're back. How was work?"
"Busier than on other days. My boss went on a business trip… I'm done now." She tiredly pulled the heels off her feet as she smiled and answered him.
Seeing how exhausted she looked, he said, "Dinner will be ready soon. Wash up first."
She nodded, went upstairs, and then took a warm shower. When she was done, she changed into a set of comfortable, fluffy clothes and a pair of indoor slippers. Her stomach grumbled when the aroma of braised beef wafted into her nostrils as she walked down the stairs.
Since she felt more refreshed now, she was initially planning to help her dad finish cooking, but he had her sit at the kitchen island and gave her an apple.
