The warm afternoon sun seeped through the window and into the dining room.
Gwen's tiny, pleading face looked extra endearing in the warm light.
Luke turned around, but when faced with Gwen's hopeful gaze, the words 'in your dreams' got caught
in his throat, unable to be enunciated.He froze for a moment and finally asked,"What...do you want to
eat?"
Truth be told, from the moment he rose and became the ruler of Sea City, he had sworn never to step
foot in a kitchen again.
It was not because he hated cooking, but because...the only reason he had learned cooking in the first
place was to appease the men he thought were his friends.
When he first joined the mob, he treated everyone like a friend and constantly cooked for them out of
kindness, but what happened after that? When he was bullied for his size, his 'friends' had declared to
everyone else that he was nothing but a slave to them.
No matter how furious he was, Luke knew he could never stand a chance against them.
At that time, he was inexperienced and had no one to rely on, so he knew the only chance he had of
surviving was to bear this injustice in silence.
The reason he chose to remain in the mob was that, without their support, he would have an even
harder time trying to survive on his own.
Therefore, he remained as a lowly cook in charge of taking care of everyone's meals, at the expense of
being looked down on and treated like a slave, until one day...
When he finally met that person, he finally understood that even skinny, physically disadvantaged
people could succeed as long as they had the courage and guts to survive.
That night, he injured almost half the gangsters with his trusty kitchen knife.
After slaughtering the leader, who picked on him more than anyone else, he became the new, rightful
ruler of the mob.
From that day onwards Luke swore he would never step foot ina kitchen or touch another knife again.
This contained all the memories of his rough and tumble past, the memories that he would never want
to relive, no matter what.
However...
Staring at Gwen's hopeful, pleading gaze, he could not bring himself to reject her request.
"I haven't thought of that yet.."
A glimmer of delight spread across Gwen's face as she clutched his arm in excitement.
"Let me think about this tonight, I'll give you a list tomorrow.How does that sound? There's plenty of
things that I'd like to try!"
It would be nice to taste Luke's cooking for herself before leaving him, would it not? After all, she had
only a handful of happy memories with him.
When they first got together, she was haunted by her traumatic experience of being physically
assaulted.
Even though at that time, Luke's constant companionship could, technically, be counted as a good
memory, she could not feel a single hint of happiness every time she recalled these dark times.
Gwen thought she would finally be happy after she worked through her trauma and was ready to
commit to Luke, but to her surprise, Luke began to hurt her because of his insecurity and feelings of
inferiority.
She then left Luke after hearing the rumors circulating about them and got engaged to her ex-fiance.
Looking back at it all in detail, she did not have many happy memories with Luke at all.
Perhaps this was an inevitable sign of incompatibility.
Jim and Bonnie had only been together for a year, yet they had already created many joyful memories
together, even though Jim had forgotten them after being poisoned.
In the past, Bonnie had denied that these were good memories at all because Jim had lost them
entirely.
When she first heard this, Gwen had simply smiled but did not offer any input, but in all honesty? She
envied Bonnie very much.
Even though Jim had lost all their shared memories, Bonnie still remembered them.
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