Serena hastily took the jacket from him and hung it on a coat rack off to the side.

Matthew paused, glanced at her, and continued on his way to the couch.

Serena rarely flattered someone like this, if it was anyone else she really wouldn't have let her face down so easily, but who was the person in front of her, it was Matthew, her nominal, she hadn't lost face in front of him once or twice, let alone just lowered her stance a little.

"Go sit at the table, I've cooked."

Showing no hurry, Matthew got up and walked to the table.

There were indeed a few dishes on...