Billionaire Lost to His Surrogate In A Love Game

After all, reality was different from fiction. In the world of fiction, the novelist had the final say as to the fate as well as development of loving affairs of both female and male protagonists.

“I am done with the talking. When the takeout comes, help me get it. I’ll take a nap and then get up to eat.”

Ophelia directly dropped onto the only bed available for sleeping and fell asleep within seconds.

After a while, Ophelia smelled the aroma and waked up. When she walked out of the bedroom with sleepy eyes, Madeleine was serving the dishes on the table.

“Madeleine, you made all these dishes? Didn’t I call for takeout?” Ophelia asked with confusion.

“You just experience heartbreak in love, so I cook some delicious dish to comfort your stomach.” Madeleine replied, laughing.

Ophelia looked at her suspiciously and said, “Madeleine, apart from writing your novel, you are just too lazy to move for a whole day. Why are you being so nice all of a sudden today?”

took off her apron and threw it at

then come back for your lunch. Stop dawdling. Otherwise,

cook. Anyway, I should taste your food for you favor. However, tell me, are your dishes hard

Ophelia ran back to the

not sure whether she should

only “edible” but also delicious. In addition to writing novels, this must be another skill of her.

could become a chef if she quitted being a novelist in the future. With her cooking skills, it was possible for her

expect that your cooking skill

talents. My cooking skill

suddenly, “Madeleine, if

to cook for him. He doesn’t need you acting gallantly. Listen to me, just divorce him as soon as possible and