Married to his secret crush
Chapter 32 - Suitors Lining Up Till Eiffel Tower

She tilted her head to the side and from the corner of her eyes, she looked at the mess she created.

The oil…she had almost forgotten than the oil was already hot by the time she poured the seventh egg on it.

And because she dropped it from a height, the oil splattered everywhere.

If she was still standing there…. she would have burnt herself by now with blisters being the bonus.

She was speechless. How could she lose her sense of science just because of a few eggs? Did she really think that the egg would land itself on the frying pan in slow motion, all the while going against the concept of gravity?

As the sizzling sound of the oil decreased, the man's grip on her body loosened.

But their bodies were still as close, sticking together.

Behind him was a small window and she could see a blanket of snow all around the place till the distance.

As he tilted his head downwards to look at her, the gold flecks in his chestnut-shaded eyes shined under the warm lighting of the kitchen.

'Seems like I misunderstood him. He is not that cruel afterall….'

Her thoughts were interrupted when the man opened his mouth, "Who knows if you will file a case of domestic violence."

"_'' So, he thought I'll file a case against him after burning myself in the kitchen and make them believe that it was him who did it.

She took a few steps away from him in disbelief.

Was she that immoral?

Although, right now, the idea didn't seem that bad. Sending this arrogant man behind the bars… tsk…how satisfying would it be!

She caressed her stomach which growled in hunger.

But cooking…didn't seem to like her that much.

She glanced at the man who has already started his cooking on the neat side of the kitchen.

Should she…. No, she would rather drink water to fill her stomach than begging him for food.

Her stomach growled in protest.

She gulped.

"You… Can you share your meal with me?" Closing her eyes, she braced herself for it.

The man didn't respond.

Yu Mei pursed her lips before washing her face with cold water, cleaning the egg white sticking to her face.

As she turned the faucet off, she stroked her bulging belly. Dear, you have to go on a diet today. Please bear with it.

Sighing to herself, she dragged her body to walk out of the kitchen.

"Didn't you say you are a cooking expert?" The man's voice stopped her in her tracks.

"My skills got a little rusty," Her lips twitched at her lie, "Anyway, since you won't be sharing your food with me, don't talk to me."

Just as she was about to take a step, he spoke up again, "I… can share it with you."

Excitedly, she turned around to look at him, "You are that kind?" she asked.

Jun Zixuan pursed his lips as he raised his head to look at the woman coldly.

She cleared her throat, "I mean….Will you really share it with me? Did you just say that?"

"Yes, I did. But I think I should take-"

She grabbed his shoulder stopping him from speaking any further, "Nope!" She said, "You said it…No take-backs now!"

Jun Zixuan raised an eyebrow as he looked at the chubby hand holding his shoulder tightly. A pair of sparkling eyes looked at him enthusiastically.

Her smile faded when she found him staring at her in a daze. She touched her cheek, "Is there something wrong with my face?" she asked him.

He snapped out of his daze. Averting his gaze back to the mess on the kitchen counter, he said, "I was just wondering how can someone be so ugly."

Her hand slid off his shoulder. "My beauty is hidden just because I am fat right now," And it was the truth, her facial features were not bad at all.

Her skin was as fair as jade and especially after all her scars and blemishes were removed, her skin became flawless. Even her dull eyes got transformed back to her old ones.

"My suitors will be lining up till Eiffel tower after I lose weight. You're going to regret your words by then," She leaned back on the kitchen which was just cleaned by him.

He rolled his eyes at her bragging.

"Hey, did you just roll your eyes at me?" She squinted. This ice cube seemed to be having some variations in his expressions.

"You're hallucinating."

"Why would I? I'm not on drugs…"

…

"I never knew you cook so well," She smacked her lips in satisfaction and leaned back on the chair to stroke her round belly, "I owe you one…cough.." Her throat felt a little painful as she spoke.

"Wash the dishes," The man spoke up just as she stood up from her chair.

Her lips twitched slightly, "I.." don't know how to do that.

"What? You don't want to?" Jun Zixuan wiped his lips with the napkin before leaning back, "Did you think I fed you because I can't bear to see you starve?"

"When did I think that?" She scoffed, "You fed me because your mother will hold you responsible if I starve to death."

"Seems like you are not a fool," Propping his chin on his palm, he coldly spoke, "Did you think that just anyone could eat the food made by me? Since you have eaten it, stop being ungrateful and wash the dishes."

She looked at him helplessly before looking at the watch on her wrist. It was already 5:00 pm and she was exhausted.

After losing so much blood yesterday and getting to know about the current situation of Rosette, her body and mind were pretty messed up. She just wanted to take a good rest.

But looking at the man's stern gaze seems like she could not get out of this.

Picking up the plates, she walked inside the kitchen.

He looked at her retreating for a few minutes before walking towards the couch placed in the middle of the living room. Taking a seat, he grabbed the remote control before turning on the T.V.

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