Jenna Roland pulled out a dining chair and sat down, her gaze resting on Justin Kemnis. "Mr. Kemnis, please help yourself."

"Thanks." Justin picked up his chopsticks and took a bite of the braised pork.

The meat melted in his mouth, rich with savory sauce. His eyes lit up. "Jenna, with skills like this, you could run a successful restaurant."

She smiled faintly. "Just call me Jenna."

"Alright." He reached for the stir-fried vegetables. "Ever thought about opening one?"

Her fingers twisted together. "Not enough capital."

She stole a glance at Ethan Roscente. The man sat rigidly at the table, chewing his food without expression.

"I could invest." Justin set down his chopsticks. "Talent like yours deserves recognition."

Jenna shook her head. "Too risky."

He didn't press further. "The offer stands if you change your mind."

His gaze lingered pointedly on Ethan. The guy had been scowling since arrival like someone owed him a fortune.

Stranger still—Jenna kept addressing him as "Mr. Roscente."

After dinner, as Jenna began clearing plates, Ethan abruptly stood to help.

Justin's eyes widened. The CEO of HM Group was doing dishes?

When everything was tidied, Jenna brought two steaming cups of tea.

"Mr. Roscente, Mr. Kemnis, please enjoy."

Justin finally blurted, "Why so formal between spouses?"

Jenna blinked in confusion. "Is there a problem?"

Ethan shot him a warning glare. Justin quickly backtracked: "Ahem. Let's discuss your brother's situation instead."