The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

After messing around for an hour, a few somewhat presentable dishes were finally served on the table.

Simple stir-frying dishes were fine, but once the difficulty increased, Justin found that he had no talent for cooking.

He even relied on Bella to supervise and instruct him throughout the process. If he tried to cook on his own, they would probably have to wait until midnight.

After the work was done, Justin's forehead was covered with sweat, and his white shirt was drenched.

Bella felt distressed as she looked at him, taking a tissue to wipe his sweat while pouting angrily. "Wyatt is so annoying. He has a bunch of cooks and Aunt Celeste, our beautiful residential chef, at home. Why did he have to stay for dinner and make things difficult for others?"

"Bella, you haven't seen Chairman Thompson for some time, and you asked him to stay to taste my cooking." Justin did not think it was troublesome. Instead, he enjoyed the cozy moment cooking with his beloved woman.

Bella blamed herself for speaking sarcastically, causing it to backfire on Justin instead. Her face flushed. "That was my anger speaking! Can't he tell?"

"It's okay, Bella."

Justin's arm wrapped around Bella's narrow waist, comforting her softly. "I've always wanted to do something for Chairman Thompson, even if it's just a simple dinner." "Are you trying to please him?"

Bella pressed her body close to him, her nose almost touching his. "Forget about it. He's impossible. Even if you bomb him with kindness, he might still show you a sour face. Besides, you don't have to do so. Who cares about him when we're together?"

"Ahem!"

coughed loudly, interrupting the couple's

eyes. 'This old geezer is always ruining the

must be tough for Mr. Salvador to cook. I even thought you were going to make breakfast

Justin was speechless.

you said you wanted to stay for dinner yourself. Nobody is forcing you." Bella shot back, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Apart from me,

at a loss

Justin frowned and chuckled.

mannerisms were the same, as if they were looking

back, picked up his

not his own the whole time, unable to feel his heartbeat. He held his breath as he

unwanted son-in-law had to face

"Is sauce free?"

there so much

are overcooked. What