A Love Trap

"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.

Amaia has a knack in cooking, ' surmised Ashley. When her eyes laid on the

eyes. A kitchen. It was a photo of a kitchen. However, the said kitchen seemed to have

utensils she recognized, Ashley would probably wonder whose kitchen it was.

was messy. Several unidentified objects were strewn everywhere. Whether it was the

Did you intend for the kitchen to be

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

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

help

Amaia so

else at home? You can ask them to help you clean up the kitchen. I'm afraid you'll only make it worse and further ruin it," joked

was immediately sent her way.

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

you laugh?" he

a serious air

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

stand that Ashley hid something from him.

Ashley and tried again, "What made

was deeper than usual and was pleasant

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

from him. She never planned to hide anything from

towards the end and stared at the photo. "What's

how to cook a dish but it

funny, but he still nodded and

went along with Ashley's words.

playing at, ' snorted

suddenly thought of something. "Well, does your assistant, Johnny,

Ashley like looking at its prey and asked, "Why the

Ashley talked about other

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

know," said Andrew.