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.

that Amaia has a knack in cooking, ' surmised Ashley. When her

attention of her curious eyes. A kitchen. It was a photo of a kitchen. However, the

almost beyond recognition. If it wasn't for the cooking utensils she recognized, Ashley

it was the

you intend for the kitchen to be in ruins?" inquired Ashley.

Amaia in her 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

just did as you said. I never expected that it would end this way," said Amaia. At the end of her message, a desolate crying emoji

help

so lovely?' thought

mind. I will teach you again later. You'd better clean up the kitchen now. Oh, no. Let it be. Is there anyone else at home? You

was immediately

of Ashley laughing happily on the bed welcomed Andrew after an exhausting day in the company dealing with

laugh?" he asked.

serious air and replied, "Nothing." She didn't want to share

that Andrew's eyes narrowed down in dissatisfaction with her reply.

couldn't stand that Ashley hid something

walked over to Ashley and tried again, "What made

voice. It was deeper than usual and was pleasant to hear. It made Ashley's heart

rubbed her ears, it was as

never planned

looked at the chat records between Ashley and Amaia. Ultimately, he frowned towards the end and stared

ask me why I was laughing? This was the reason. She wanted to learn how to cook a dish but it somehow ended up leaving the kitchen in ruins. Isn't it funny?"

funny, but he

seriously as he went along with

what you're playing at, '

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

as he gazed at Ashley like looking at its

when Ashley talked about

glint in his eyes was overlooked by Ashley. "Just casually asking. Amaia likes Johnny very much. I think they're suitable for each other. So, I want to be a match maker for them.

know," said

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