No Chance of Remarriage: Get Lost

Rachel's face darkened. Annoyance crept into her eyes as she looked at him. "Get out of here! This is Elisa's place, but I'm also considered half a host here. You're not welcomed here!"

Vincent chuckled out of anger. He put down his crossed legs and spoke through gritted teeth, "Elisa didn't even chase me out just now. Who are you to do that?"

Rachel was so furious that she didn't want to speak another word to him. She turned around and stormed into the kitchen. Anger doesn't do you well. There's no need to be upset over such an idiot. I will just ignore him – that's the perfect solution!

She washed her hands and took out some ingredients from the fridge.

If one knows how to cook, one never has to starve. Vincent probably doesn't know how to cook. Even if he does, I will never ask him to do so. I can't afford to owe him a favor — he'll use that to threaten me in the future!

Silence resumed in the living room. With a dark expression, Vincent stopped looking at his phone and occasionally shot sullen glances at Rachel while gritting his teeth.

out pasta that smelled appetizing. He walked to the dining table instinctively and took a bite when Rachel returned to the kitchen to take

better than

bottle of chili flakes, she saw Vincent eating

the hell are you doing? Who said you could eat my food?" Her face flushed red

spot, hungrily devouring

words. I've never seen anyone as shameless as him! 'Jerk' is not even enough

through gritted teeth, "Are you

I'm hungry again. Any

gritted her teeth. "Fine! Now that you're eating my food, I no longer owe you

kitchen to

so long, and I even prepared breakfast for you! I'm at a disadvantage if all the favors you owe me are canceled

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