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

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came out with a bottle of chili flakes, she saw

you could eat my food?"

in her spot, hungrily devouring the food. "Did

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

spoke through gritted teeth, "Are you a pig? You just

I'm hungry again.

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stormed into the kitchen to

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