A Love Trap

Chapter 391 Turning The Kitchen Into A Ruin

"Yes. I can be assured now. It will be better if I can have a great-grandson soon. Then, I'll be more relieved and contented."

Porter drew back his lips as he grinned and said, "You're right, Mr. Lu. You can be at ease that Mrs. Ashley will be able to give birth to a great-grandson for you."

After they returned to the villa, Ashley and Andrew spent the entire afternoon in the there.

They were going to work the next day.

A faint afterglow escaped from in-between the curtains. The aroma of the food prepared by Ashley drifted through the air while a warm atmosphere enveloped the two as they had their dinner. After she took her shower, Ashley remembered Amaia asking to be taught how to cook.

The light from the chatbox glowed against her face as she pondered over which recipe would be easy enough for a beginner. It wasn't too long before she settled for scrambled eggs with tomatoes. A simple, light, and hearty dish.

Amaia had never tried to cook anything before. And so, Ashley wrote down everything clearly. She included the necessary ingredients and even a step by step procedure. It was detailed to how much oil to use and how much salt to add.

Ashley made sure nothing was missing and confirmed all the details before she sent it to Amaia.

Amaia quickly replied to her with a question mark.

"Didn't you mention it before? About how you wanted to learn how to cook? I wrote down the ingredients you needed and the instructions how to actually cook it. Just do it as I've written."

"Okay," said Amaia.

After a while, no messages came from Amaia. She must have followed Ashley's advice down to a tee.

Without much thought, Ashley logged in to her Weibo and browsed through it.

As Ashley laughed her heart out from watching hilarious videos, a message finally came from Amaia.

Ashley immediately stopped browsing Weibo and instantly opened her WeChat.

Amaia had sent her a photo.

Ashley wondered if Amaia had finished cooking.

a knack in cooking, ' surmised Ashley. When her eyes laid on the photo, she realized

was a photo of a kitchen. However, the said kitchen seemed

wasn't for the cooking utensils she recognized, Ashley would probably wonder whose kitchen it

unidentified objects were strewn everywhere. Whether it was the floor or the counter-top, there were objects randomly

intend for the kitchen to be in

mind and thought that she had written everything carefully. It was also clearly indicated how many milliliters of oil and how many teaspoons of salt she needed. Ashley was dumbfounded. She wondered how and why Amaia could fail with

just did as you said. I never expected that it would end this way," said Amaia. At

help

is Amaia so lovely?'

it be. Is there anyone else at home? You can ask them to help you clean up the kitchen. I'm afraid you'll only make it worse

angry emoji was immediately sent

the bed welcomed Andrew after an exhausting day in the company

making you laugh?" he

she did her best to put on a serious air

unnoticed to her that Andrew's eyes narrowed down in dissatisfaction with her

couldn't stand that Ashley

"What made you laugh just now? Can you share it with

lowered his voice. It was deeper than usual and was pleasant to hear. It made

ears, it was as if she could still feel him whispering to her. In response to Andrew, she showed

him. She never planned to hide anything from him

at the chat records between Ashley and Amaia. Ultimately, he frowned towards the end and stared at the photo. "What's with this?" bewildered, he

reason. She wanted to learn how to cook a dish but it somehow ended up leaving the kitchen

it was funny, but he still nodded and

went along with

what you're playing

eyes at Andrew when she suddenly thought of something. "Well, does your assistant, Johnny, have a girlfriend?" she

like

Ashley talked

overlooked by Ashley. "Just casually asking. Amaia likes Johnny very much. I think they're suitable for each other. So, I want

know,"

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