CHAPTER 586: CHAPTER 610: ARE YOU GOING TO FALLING CITY?

"If you don’t like eating instant noodles, just say it. Anyway, I can eat two bowls," she said, indicating that his bowl wouldn’t go to waste and she could help finish it off.

He smiled gently, "It’s not that I don’t like it, I’m just amazed that you can cook instant noodles now."

Alice Conley nearly spat out a mouthful of noodles. The way he said it made it sound like she was completely useless. During her college days, she was quite the expert with instant noodles. Not only did she make them for herself, but also for her roommates and even sometimes those in the neighboring dorm.

"I can cook lots of things," Alice Conley replied.

"Oh, really? Then let me see it sometime. I wonder if you’ve improved compared to three years ago," Dorian Howards said.

Alice’s face darkened a bit, and she immediately thought of her embarrassing incident from three years ago. She had bought a pile of ingredients with him and went to his place. She thought that after watching all those cooking videos, preparing a meal would be easy. Besides, she had asked Mabel if cooking was difficult, and Mabel had told her it was easy, quite simple.

Her tragedy was assuming that she and Mabel had similar talents in cooking. But as it turned out, their skills were worlds apart.

That day, Dorian’s kitchen looked like it had been ravaged by a disaster, and in the end, they went out for dinner, leaving the cleanup to a professional.

He even nicknamed her the kitchen assassin. Later, whenever they wanted to eat at home, it was usually Dorian who cooked, and he had even made her a few of Falling City’s specialty dishes.

Reflecting on this, Alice thought Dorian’s cooking was quite good. At least back then, she ate quite happily.

At the moment, Alice simply continued to bury her head into her instant noodles, refusing to answer Dorian’s question. After all, even after three years, her culinary skills hadn’t improved a bit.

"By the way, I’ll be returning to Falling City for the New Year. I’ll be away from J City during those few days of the Spring Festival," Dorian said.

"Oh, then let me wish you a Happy New Year in advance," Alice said, as she expected, meaning that she wouldn’t see Dorian during those days of the New Year.

She thought she’d feel relieved, but inexplicably, a faint sense of loss welled up in her heart.

"Then in the days after the Spring Festival, would you like to visit Falling City?" Dorian asked tentatively.

Visit Falling City?! Alice’s eyes widened suddenly, looking at Dorian in surprise. Dorian smiled, "Of course, you can also meet my family. Would you like to?"

Alice was startled again, and the memory of meeting his mother flashed through her mind. That elegant and beautiful woman had only looked at her with cold eyes, "If you’re with him, Dorian’s life would be ruined. He has a life that suits him, and you have a life that suits you. People who aren’t suitable for each other don’t need to intersect."

Alice’s face turned somewhat pale. Dorian frowned slightly, "What’s wrong?" He placed his hand over hers on the table, only to find that her hand was ice-cold, as if devoid of any warmth.

"Why is your hand so cold?" His brows furrowed even more.