With a challenging look in her eyes, Henry Russell pulled the curtain shut, blocking the spring scenery in the room.
The next day, Charlotte Cooper woke up late, and Henry Russell had already gone to work. She went downstairs to see the housekeeper watering the flowers.
"Madam, Mr. Russell has already prepared breakfast. Would you like me to heat it up for you?"
"Yes, please, and thank you." Charlotte Cooper smiled.
Watching the housekeeper place the prepared sandwiches and pan-fried buns in the microwave, Charlotte Cooper suddenly had a question in her mind.
When did Henry Russell, a rich young master who didn't even lift a finger, start learning how to cook?
However, the thought only lingered in her mind for a moment before passing by.
She didn't spend every hour with Henry Russell. Maybe he learned to cook when she didn't know.
The audition callback was in two days, and Charlotte Cooper had been practicing her acting skills in front of the mirror.