The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Justin's handsome face stiffened. Stunned, Justin accidentally dropped the piece of chicken into the hot oil.

The hot oil splattered onto his hand and arm, the pain jolting him back to reality. He said awkwardly, "Hey, Drew."

"Judging by how you're always making innuendos, you must be really good in bed, huh?"

Drew sneered, craning his neck to peek into the oil pot. "Well, I'm not sure whether Bella, the little glutton, smelled this. But I definitely followed the scent here. It smells like something's burning." Justin was startled and finally realized the chicken pieces he had put in earlier were still in the pot.

He hurriedly grabbed the skimmer. However, when he retrieved the chicken pieces, they had turned dark brown.

Justin's eyes filled with frustration. He recalled Wyatt's harsh comments the first time he tried his cooking.

The words echoed in his ears like a haunting melody.

"Alright, I get your intention. But there's no need to force yourself into areas you're not good at. If you end up with blisters all over your hands, wouldn't Bella be the one upset about it?"

off his coat, rolled his sleeves up, and stood next to Justin. He bumped him aside with his hip. "Move over.

widened in surprise. "Are you

we're counting on you, my sister would only

angry because Drew was

then stirred the oil. After a while, he took out the

you know how to make it now?" Drew asked without looking

Justin nodded. "Yes."

your head, but you don't actually know how

and smiled wryly. "Drew, sometimes I need a bit of

long eyelashes fluttered as he glanced at Justin. "You'll get it right after a few tries. I failed countless times before I got it right too. If it weren't for Bella loving it, who would bother with this messy and troublesome task? The smell of oil even sticks around for days!

a gentle smile playing on his lips. "It's alright. I'll do anything as long as Bella likes it. It

chicken! That smells so

two men turned around