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?"

next to Justin. He bumped him aside with his hip. "Move over. Don't get in

"Are you going to make

sister would only get

get angry because Drew was right. He had overestimated

watch, carefully timed it, and then stirred the oil. After

you know how to make it now?"

Justin nodded. "Yes."

in your head, but you don't actually know how to do

"Drew, sometimes I need a bit of encouragement,

with this messy and troublesome task? The smell of oil even sticks around for days! You Know, sometimes you shouldn't spoil her that much. If she gets used

a gentle smile playing on his lips. "It's alright. I'll do anything as long as Bella likes it. It doesn't matter how troublesome the task is." "Hmph! I

That smells

men turned around