How Death Became My Rebirth

Chapter 59 Since Cassandra didn’t have to go to school anymore, she could go home.

When she went to Spaunia later, she would have to visit Modern Beacon Synergy too. When she left in the past, she gave Timothy all of her shares.

Since she decided to be herself again, she needed to go there and buy back her shares.

Thinking of the amount of money she had to spend, she suddenly regretted her actions. in the past and cursed herself for being foolish.

As soon as she returned to Springmount Townhouse, she ran into Kenneth. “Mr. Zelinski, why aren’t you at work?” she inquired.

‘Why is a busy CEO, who should be dealing with numerous issues on a daily basis, strolling around the mansion? she wondered.

“Why aren’t you at school?” Kenneth learned that she had enrolled in off-campus tutoring and would not be returning to school before the SAT. He felt a bit restless, wondering if something had happened.

“| won't be going to school for a while. There’s something | need to take care of.” She subconsciously treated Kenneth as a close friend, someone with whom she could share a few more words and explain a little more.

“Aren't you just a student?” ‘Could it be that Elaine is the one in trouble? That’s why she has to step in since she’s Elaine?‘ he thought. “Just some odd jobs to make some extra cash,” she explained.

She reasoned that if she told him she was going to be a judge for Camille International Music Competition, he would most likely not believe her.

“It's almost mealtime. You mentioned treating me to a meal before. How about today?” Kenneth suggested.

He didn’t want to just exchange greetings with Cassandra. Deep down, he wished they could sit down and talk so they could spend more time together.

Meanwhile, Cassandra remained silent.

She did appear to have said that, and she was surprised that he remembered.

“Do you

have any culinary preferences, Mr. Zelinski?”

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Nonetheless, she decided to keep her promise, even if it had been made casually.

“It's already quite late. Let’s not go out to cat. Do you know how to cook? Just make something simple.” When Cassandra heard that, she was rendered speechless,

‘Why not go out to cat? I’ve got the money ready, and he suggests that we eat at home?‘ she pondered. Kenneth had different thoughts.

For him, being able to enter Cassandra’s home was a dream come true.

“But | don’t have any ingredients at home.” Hugo was the one who always brought her enough ingredients for a single day.

He appeared to have arranged for fresh ingredients to be delivered to Whitecrane Hall and then brought them home himself after work.

“| can deal with that. I'll have Yannick send them over.”

With that, Kenneth regarded it as a done deal and boldly made his way to Cassandra’s front door, waiting for her to unlock the door.

If his observations over the last two days were correct, the only regular residents should be Cassandra and Hugo. Hugo returned every day to prepare meals for her. The housekeeper service was most likely on a set schedule for daily cleaning.

Therefore, the mansion was supposed to be empty at the moment.

!

He could not get in unless she opened the door for him.

Cassandra, feeling indebted to him, figured she could handle a few more meals, but she was not sure if he had known about her for a long time. It was not a good idea to be overly friendly with someone when you’did not know anything about their background.

In the end, Cassandra unlocked the door and invited him in.

“When will Yannick bring the ingredients over?”

“He'll probably arrive in about ten minutes.”

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Cassandra nodded and didn’t say anything more. Instead, she went to the kitchen and washed some fruits. She was uninterested in most of the fruits available during this season because they were not particularly sweet. However, most men disliked sweet foods, so she thought it should be just right for Kenneth.

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She planned to make some pudding for herself later.

Moments later, Cassandra brought the washed fruit to Kenneth and said, “Have some fruit first. When the ingredients arrive, it will take some time to cook.”

“Thank you.*.

Kenneth’s heart was racing at that moment.

He could not bear to eat it because he assumed the fruit Cassandra had prepared for him had to be extremely delicious. However, if he did not eat it, it would appear that he did not respect her.

He eventually picked up a piece of watermelon with a toothpick and ate it with dignity. “It’s very sweet.”

At that moment, the doorbell rang. Yannick had brought the ingredients with him.

Yannick could not help but feel like he was the link between Kenneth and Cassandra. Without him, Kenneth would most likely fail to get Cassandra to notice him.

“Ms. Yates, I'll leave Mr. Zelinski in your care this afternoon. These ingredients do not include anything that Mr. Zelinski dislikes or is allergic to. The remainder is up to you, Ms. Yates.”

Kenneth’s identity was more than just being the CEO of the Zelinski family’s business or being the world’s richest man.

As a result, he had to adhere to strict dietary requirements. However, Kenneth had shamelessly asked Cassandra to cook him a meal. Yannick thought it might be going too far to ask Cassandra to prepare a meal that was up to their standard.

The thing that worried Yannick the most was that Kenneth accidentally ate food that he was allergic to, causing him to be unable to handle situations in case of emergency. People like them had to be on high alert all the time.

“All right, leave the rest to me. Mr. Yannick Zelinski, how about staying for a meal together?” Cassandra asked.

In her previous life, when Kenneth helped her seek revenge, Yannick assisted him as well.

However, before Yannick could respond, he received a warning glare from Kenneth.

“| appreciate it, Ms. Yates, but | still have work to do. I'll be taking my leave now.”

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Cassandra nodded to show her understanding and did not insist on him staying.

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After Yannick left, Cassandra organized the ingredients and placed them in the fridge.

“What are your favorite dishes?”

“Just prepare the meal as you see fit,” Kenneth answered. ‘I'll enjoy anything you make,’ he added inwardly.

The meal was ready about an hour and a half later. Cassandra immaculately prepared several dishes, so it took a bit longer than expected.

She prepared sweet and sour ribs, crab cake meatballs, mushroom soup, orange chicken, and salad.

Five dishes should be more than enough for two people.

Kenneth caught the aroma and walked over. Seeing the sumptuous dishes, he couldn't help but swallow involuntarily. In reality, he was not someone who sought sensory pleasures, but he could not resist trying all of Cassandra’s dishes. He was certain it would be a delectable meal.

“It looks appetizing. Should we start eating?”

He couldn't wait anymore.

“Sure. I'll go get us some pasta,” said Cassandra.

“Allow me to do it. You’ve prepared so much food. It’s a lot of work. Let me handle the pasta. Just tell me where the plates are, Kenneth said proactively.

‘Cassie prepared the food, and | served it. What a dream come true!‘ he exclaimed mentally. “They're in the cupboard below the gas stove.” Then, Kenneth walked into the kitchen, found the plates, and filled them with pasta.

Hugo had modified the mansion’s dining table, which had previously been very large. He thought the table was too big and that the dishes would only take up a small portion of it, giving the impression of loneliness. Aside from that, it was difficult to converse with those who sat across from each other.

As a result, he converted it into a standard dining table with seating for six people.

Kenneth felt that even though they sat opposite each other, they were still very close.

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Cassandra picked up the serving cutlery and served a piece of chicken for Kenneth. “Give it a try and see if it suits your taste.” Kenneth’s inexperienced demeanor made him seem particularly pathetic.

Swiftly, he ate the piece of chicken. “It’s delicious.”

‘I'm glad that he likes it, Cassandra pondered.

“I've added crab seasoning to the meatballs. Hugo made the crab seasoning all by himself, so there aren't any artificial flavors in it. If you're allergic to crabs, you might want to avoid this dish.”

She had noticed that there was no scafood in the ingredients Yannick had brought, so she assumed Kenneth was allergic to seafood.

“I'm not allergic to crabs, only to certain types of shrimp. To avoid allergies, my chef rarely cooks seafood,” Kenneth explained. “In that case, would you like me to make another dish?”

There was still plenty of minced meat left over from carlier, without the crab seasoning. She still had enough time to prepare another dish.

“No need to trouble yourself. | can cat this.” He almost jumped with joy when he realized Cassandra cared so much about him.

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