Spoiled By The President: My Wife Is A Little Sweet
Chapter 564 Not Spicy At All

Chapter 564 Not Spicy at All

Without suspicion, Laura took the clothes. At the thought that Jim was Max's trusted assistant, she put on a friendly look and said, "Thank you for going through all the trouble. Please come in and have some water."

Jim waved and said, "No, thanks, Miss Davies. I have somewhere else to go. Please excuse me."

He started to head for the elevator as he spoke.

Seeing this, Laura didn't try to persuade him to stay. She watched Jim enter the elevator before closing the door.

Max soon came out of the bathroom. He had nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist, so his strong abs and long legs were exposed. His hair was wet. Drops of water slid down his nice V-line, making him look hot and alluring.

Seeing Laura standing by the door holding a stack of clothes, he asked, "Jim's been here?"

That gave Laura a turn. She spun around. Her pupils froze for a second.

"Holy cow! How could he be so gorgeous?" she exclaimed in her head.

Although she had slept with Max once, she only had a fuzzy memory of Max's figure. After all, Max was drugged at that time. He almost sapped all her energy that night. How could she memorize anything else about that night?

Right now, Max's upper body was fully exposed. He was definitely hunky and muscle-bound. Behind his disarranged wet hair, a pair of deep, twinkling eyes could be seen. His thin lips had become cherry- colored. He now looked just like a gorgeous prince coming out of a bath. Any woman would want to throw themselves at him if they saw this.

Laura swallowed without realizing it. She forced herself to tear her eyes away from Max. But then, she saw the towel he was wearing. Her beautiful pupils stopped moving, and her slender brows furrowed. "Didn't I tell you not to use my towel? Why did you use it anyway?"

With an innocent look on his face, Max spread his hands and said, "I don't like the fabric of the new ones."

"Nonsense! The towels are the same!"

"Are they? They don't look the same."

Laura felt like flying off the handle. She was obsessive with cleanness, so she never shared her articles of everyday use with others, let alone things like towels that were directly in contact with her private parts.

But Max not only took a shower in her bathroom without her permission but also used her towel!

She was outraged.

Max turned a blind eye to Laura's glare. He took over the clothes and turned around. Seeing that Laura was still standing there, he arched one eyebrow and said, "I'm gonna change. Are you sure you don't wanna back off?"

"Back off to where? This is my apartment!" Laura shouted in her head.

She really wished she could bite him to vent her anger. But when Max yanked the towel off with a wicked smile on his face, she instantly whipped around and stumped her way out of the bathroom. She wouldn't argue with this shameless man!

The door was slammed shut. Laura stood in the doorway for moments, feeling that her stomach began to ache. It was not until then that she realized she hadn't had anything to eat since this morning. She looked the time. It was already 7 pm, too late to order takeout. Resigned, she inhaled deeply and headed for the kitchen.

Laura was a good cook. But when she didn't have company, she just made noodles. It was nutritious and easy to make.

Just as she started to boil the water, Max appeared by the kitchen door. Seeing her busy in the kitchen, he asked with interest, "You're cooking?"

Laura snorted, not answering his question.

Max didn't mind that. He entered the kitchen and walked around. Then, not feeling abashed or anything, he told Laura, "Don't forget to cook for two." "Why would I?"

Laura couldn't stand this anymore.

Max looked at her with composure. Smiling faintly, he said, "I remember Maria just handed in the assessment report. The performance is not ideal. Though I'm not the one running Star Entertainment, I am, after all, a board member of Annie International. Now that Star Entertainment is attached to Annie International and the competition in the agent industry is so fierce, I think..."

"Mr. Nixon, do you want some eggs?"

Laura's attitude changed drastically. She blinked charmingly as a bright smile spread across her face.

Max nodded with gratification. With some reluctance, he said, "Do as you like. You can't possibly cook anything fancy. I think I'll have to lower my standard for you."

Then, he went off with a swagger.

Laura's ingratiating smile vanished the moment Max disappeared out of her sight.

"You wanna me to cook for you? Hell with you!" she cursed inwardly.

She threw the ladle aside in anger. Then, her eyes landed on the chili powder on the spice rack. A vicious smile climbed onto her lips.

In less than ten minutes, two bowls of hot noodles were served. The bigger bowl was sprinkled with red chili powder and two golden fried eggs, which was mouth-watering. The smaller bowl only had noodles and pieces of vegetables. In comparison, the latter seemed bland.

Laura put the big bowl in front of Max and the small bowl in front of her seat. Seeing this, Max asked with a frown, "You eat this little?"

Laura sat across from Max. The hot steam from the bowl turned her cheeks pinky, making her look adorable. Beamingly, she said, "I'm an actress. I gotta watch my weight. This is enough for me."

But Max picked up his fork and delivered one of his eggs to Laura's bowl. "Let's make an exception today."

Laura panicked. She leaped to her feet and pushed the bowl away. "No, I'm good! Really! I have a TV play to shoot. If I gain weight, I won't look good on TV."

To convince Max, she nodded vigorously after she said that.

Holding the fork, Max gazed at her for seconds. Seeing the sincerity in her eyes, he eventually chose to believe her

But his expression altered the instant he took the first bite.

Laura fled into the kitchen with her bowl of noodles before Max could fly into a rage.

Her long-suppressed laughter instantly burst out. But she didn't dare to laugh out loud in case Max heard her. She had to clasp one hand over her belly and rock back and forth with sniggers while covering the other hand over her mouth to muffle the sound.

She had added half of a bottle of chili powder into that big bowl!

It was the hottest chili on market!

"You're arrogant and bossy! You look down on my cooking! This will serve you right!" she thought with satisfaction.

After having a good laugh, Laura gingerly poked her out from behind the door to check what was going on in the kitchen.

To her surprise, Max was sitting at the table, enjoying his noodles with ease. His movements were elegant. His expression was relaxed, as though nothing odd had occurred.

"Eh? This can't be right!"

"Does Max actually like spicy food?"

"But how can he eat such spicy noodles without batting his eyelid? I've added half a bottle of chili in that bowl!" Laura wondered.

The bowl of noodles was soon finished. Max grabbed a napkin and wiped his mouth gracefully. Laura frowned slightly. After watching him suspiciously for a while, she walked over pretending to take the empty bowl away and asked with a smile, "Mr. Nixon, did the noodles taste good?"

Max looked up indolently and fixed his eyes on her. "You wanna know?"

Laura nodded.

"Come here."

Though Laura had no idea what Max was up to, she still took a step forward. Suddenly, Max reached out, grabbed her wrist, and pulled.

Laura instantly fell into Max's arms.

A burning sensation struck her. Max lowered his head, placed his lips on hers, and kissed her with all his might.

Laura found herself out of her breath several times.

Meanwhile, the hot chili made her tears well up.

"Oh my, he thinks this is not spicy? It's spicy like hell! How can Max stand such hot chili? He even ate that whole bowl of hot noodles with immense grace! He's a freak!" Laura felt like crying. But Max didn't let her go, as though he was determined to get back at her.

This kiss lasted a good eight minutes!