A Love Trap
Chapter 391 Turning The Kitchen Into A Ruin

"Yes. I can be assured now. It will be better if I can have a great-grandson soon. Then, I'll be more relieved and contented."

Porter drew back his lips as he grinned and said, "You're right, Mr. Lu. You can be at ease that Mrs. Ashley will be able to give birth to a great-grandson for you."

After they returned to the villa, Ashley and Andrew spent the entire afternoon in the there.

They were going to work the next day.

A faint afterglow escaped from in-between the curtains. The aroma of the food prepared by Ashley drifted through the air while a warm atmosphere enveloped the two as they had their dinner. After she took her shower, Ashley remembered Amaia asking to be taught how to cook.

The light from the chatbox glowed against her face as she pondered over which recipe would be easy enough for a beginner. It wasn't too long before she settled for scrambled eggs with tomatoes. A simple, light, and hearty dish.

Amaia had never tried to cook anything before. And so, Ashley wrote down everything clearly. She included the necessary ingredients and even a step by step procedure. It was detailed to how much oil to use and how much salt to add. Ashley made sure nothing was missing and confirmed all the details before she sent it to Amaia.

Amaia quickly replied to her with a question mark.

"Didn't you mention it before? About how you wanted to learn how to cook? I wrote down the ingredients you needed and the instructions how to actually cook it. Just do it as I've written." "Okay," said Amaia.

After a while, no messages came from Amaia. She must have followed Ashley's advice down to a tee.

Without much thought, Ashley logged in to her Weibo and browsed through it.

As Ashley laughed her heart out from watching hilarious videos, a message finally came from Amaia.

Ashley immediately stopped browsing Weibo and instantly opened her WeChat.

Amaia had sent her a photo.

Ashley wondered if Amaia had finished cooking.

'It seems that Amaia has a knack in cooking, surmised Ashley. When her eyes laid on the photo, she realized she overestimated her good friend's skill.

A single photo grabbed the attention of her curious eyes. A kitchen. It was a photo of a kitchen. However, the said kitchen seemed to have changed and was beyond recognition.

Well, almost beyond recognition. If it wasn't for the cooking utensils she recognized, Ashley would probably wonder whose kitchen it was.

The whole place was messy. Several unidentified objects were strewn everywhere. Whether it was the floor or the counter-top, there were objects randomly placed. It looked charred and indistinguishable.

"What happened? Did you intend for the kitchen to be in ruins?" inquired Ashley.

Ashley reviewed everything she sent to Amaia in her mind and thought that she had written everything carefully. It was also clearly indicated how many milliliters of oil and how many teaspoons of salt she needed. Ashley was dumbfounded. She wondered how and why Amaia could fail with such a simple recipe.

"I don't know what happened. I just did as you said. I never expected that it would end this way," said Amaia. At the end of her message, a desolate crying emoji was left.

Ashley couldn't help chuckling.

'Why is Amaia so lovely?' thought Ashley.

"Well, well, never mind. I will teach you again later. You'd better clean up the kitchen now. Oh, no. Let it be. Is there anyone else at home? You can ask them to help you clean up the kitchen. I'm afraid you'll only make it worse and further ruin it," joked Ashley. An angry emoji was immediately sent her way.

The sight of Ashley laughing happily on the bed welcomed Andrew after an exhausting day in the company dealing with everything.

"What's making you laugh?" he asked.

Ashley put her mobile phone away as she did her best to put on a serious air and replied, "Nothing." She didn't want to share Amaia's embarrassing moment with anyone else.

It went unnoticed to her that Andrew's eyes narrowed down in dissatisfaction with her reply.

He couldn't stand that Ashley hid something from him.

Andrew walked over to Ashley and tried again, "What made you laugh just now? Can you share it with me?"

Andrew had lowered his voice. It was deeper than usual and was pleasant to hear. It made Ashley's heart skip a beat.

Ashley felt ticklish as if it was whispered directly to her ears. As she rubbed her ears, it was as if she could still feel him whispering to her. In response to Andrew, she showed her phone to him. Ashley had nothing to hide from him. She never planned to hide anything from him at all.

Andrew looked at the chat records between Ashley and Amaia. Ultimately, he frowned towards the end and stared at the photo. "What's with this?" bewildered, he asked.

"Didn't you ask me why I was laughing? This was the reason. She wanted to learn how to cook a dish but it somehow ended up leaving the kitchen in ruins. Isn't it funny?" told Ashley. Andrew didn't think it was funny, but he still nodded and commented, "It's funny,"

he replied seriously as he went along with Ashley's words.

'I know what you're playing at,' snorted Ashley.

Ashley rolled her eyes at Andrew when she suddenly thought of something. "Well, does your assistant, Johnny, have a girlfriend?" she asked.

Andrew's eyes narrowed dangerously as he gazed at Ashley like looking at its prey and asked, "Why the sudden interest?"

He felt unhappy when Ashley talked about other men.

The glint in his eyes was overlooked by Ashley. "Just casually asking. Amaia likes Johnny very much. I think they're suitable for each other. So, I want to be a match maker for them. "I don't know," said Andrew.

"You should care about him a little more. After all, he's your assistant," admonished Ashley.

Andrew glanced at Ashley who looked a little angry and said, "I don't need to care about others except you."

Hearing that, Ashley blushed and stopped what she wanted to say.

The next day, Ashley went to work and found Amaia acting strangely. She couldn't help but ask, "What happened to you, Amaia?"

Amaia didn't speak but kept gazing at Ashley.

Being silently gazed at by Amaia, Ashley felt uncomfortable and inquired, "What's wrong?"

Silence enveloped the both of them before Amaia spoke, "Ashley, do you think that I'm stupid? I couldn't even make scrambled eggs." She not only hadn't cooked well, she also almost completely destroyed the kitchen.

Ashley breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing her reply. At first, she was worried when she heard the first part of what Amaia said. It turns out, she was only upset due to her failed attempt at cooking as well as the part where she turned the kitchen into ruins.

"Don't fret about it too much. It was, after all, the first time you've attempted to cook. And, you did it all by yourself. So, it's alright. Sometimes, we need to experience failure so that we can learn to adapt and try out something different. Next time, I'll teach you myself. I'll be by your side the whole time," comforted Ashley.

She looked at Ashley with doubt and asked, "Really?"

Ashley nodded and said, "Yes. What I said is true."

"Okay," said Amaia.

Amaia then asked curiously, "Well, Ashley, was it the same when you first cooked?"

The question stunned her briefly that she wasn't able to immediately respond.

When she came back to her senses, she gave a roundabout answer.

Ashley didn't want to upset Amaia. The truth was she did a great job when she cooked for the first time.

Because of the circumstances in her family, she had learned to do a lot of things when she was a child due to necessity, which included cooking. She was a fast learner. She had to be.

However, Amaia interpreted Ashley's inability to respond immediately as hesitation.

Amaia looked at Ashley straight in the eyes and smiled, "Were you the same when you first cooked that you also ruined your kitchen?"☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐