My Quick-witted Baby (Arabella and Kenneth)

Chapter 464

Kenneth momentarily thought about Melvin; he didn't have a deep impression of him. As one of the four

prominent wealthy families in Hardgrad, the Spencer family was the most low-key, and Melvin also kept

a low profile. He only appeared when Arabella returned to Hardgrad for the first time, giving off a

somewhat elusive and mysterious feeling.

Kenneth realized that he had been neglecting this person. Melvin had always been around and played

an essential role in the incident.

Handing the Habs' Bowl to Arabella, Kenneth asked, "I heard that you and Melvin grew up together.

You are childhood sweethearts?"

"Yes, my mom liked Melvin. He was my mom's last apprentice."

"Your mom?" Something flashed in Kenneth's deep narrow eyes. He realized he had never asked

about her mom before, and she had never mentioned it.

Arabella wanted to say something, but at that moment, Alma walked in with a smile. "Ms. Snyder, I Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

heard you wanted to eat noodles today. I just ground some flour and will make elbow macaroni for

you."

"Alma," Arabella quickly took Alma's arm, feeling embarrassed, and blinked. "You don't have to go to so

much trouble. I already bought ready-made noodles.

Alma lovingly scolded, "Those noodles aren't as tasty. I will make you elbow macaroni."

Alma poured the freshly ground top-quality flour into a bowl and added milk, eggs, and a little water to

make elbow macaroni.

In no time, Alma skillfully made a plate of handmade macaroni.

Kenneth glanced at Alma. If he wasn't mistaken, Alma was not just an ordinary star-level chef; she

seemed to be one of those highly paid private chefs hired by noble families.

"Wow, Alma, it's been so long since I last saw you cook. Your skills have improved. Every time you

cook for me, I don't need to do anything." Arabella complimented.

Alma quickly prepared a sauce for the elbow macaroni, and the fragrance of the spice was so enticing

that one could feel like having several bowls of it just from the smell.

"Ms. Snyder, I didn't do anything. You cooked the macaroni yourself."

All Arabella needed to do was boil water and put the macaroni in, and Alma took care of everything

else. Could she claim she cooked them herself?

"Alma..." Arabella felt guilty.

Alma quickly put on a pitiful look, "Ms. Snyder, that's nothing. You have such a large garden outside,

and we often eat your food. If you don't let us help you with this little task, we might think you would not

want to share food with us again."

"No, no, it's not like that," Arabella explained.

"Alright then, Ms. Snyder. I'm leaving now."

With the task completed, Alma quickly left. This was the most basic etiquette for a private chef.

But as Alma passed by Kenneth, she paused and asked, "Ms. Snyder, who is this gentleman?"

Arabella looked at the man with bright, clear eyes, her voice gentle and sweet. "Oh, him? He's my

husband."

"Him? My husband."

Kenneth's eyes softened with tenderness.

"Oh, your husband. Mr. Snyder, Ms. Snyder, I'm leaving now." Alma turned and left.

Mr. Snyder?

Kenneth extended his strong arm and held Arabella's slender waist. He raised an eyebrow teasingly.

"Mr. Snyder? Ms. Snyder, did she think I take your surname?"

Arabella used to tell her neighbors to call her by her name or Bella, but she didn't know why they

always preferred to call her Ms. Snyder. And the title "Mr. Snyder" was indeed a bit strange.