Noticing that Deirdre was not joking, Declan immediately became serious. “Miss McKinnon, it will be my honor to enjoy the feast you prepare if you can see, yet you can’t see. Are you sure that you can do it? You might burn yourself accidentally.”

Kyran said, “Deirdre, we can just order takeout. The oil and smoke of the kitchen are not good for you.”

“I’ll be fine.” Deirdre found their anxiety to be amusing. “I cooked when I was living with Mrs. Cox. Moreover, my eyes can still see to a certain extent. I can tell where the cooking pan is. It will be fine if I have ingredients prepared.”

Declan was hesitant. “Are you sure?”

“Hmm.” Deirdre nodded. “Let me give it a try.”

Declan looked toward Kyran, and the latter did not intervene. Instead, he said, “Be careful. I’ll help you.”

“Sure.”

Deirdre smiled. She had an ulterior motive. She used to cook to get on Brendan’s good side, but this time, she would do it for Kyran because it was all she could do.

Deirdre asked Declan before she