Spoiled my CEO husband after Rebirth
Chapter 112 You Know How to Cook?

When their eyes met, Gwenda saw the sly gleam in his eyes, causing her cheeks to turn redder than before.

"Are you still going to say that you're not blushing?"

There was a faint smile on Olivier's lips.

"You..."

Gwenda was furious.

"Hmm?"

Olivier's voice was low.

"Stop it. Let's cook."

Unable to counter his statement, Gwenda smacked his hand away and turned to grab the ingredients in the refrigerator.

Olivier chuckled once more as he leaned down to whisper in her ear. "You look rather cute when you blush."

Feeling his warm breath all over her ear, Gwenda froze on the spot as her body began to burn with embarrassment.

Covering her ear, Gwenda looked up and glared at him furiously, snarling. "Are you going to cook or not?"

Olivier knew that if he provoked her again, she would definitely explode. So, he straightened up and said with a smile, "Let's begin."

With that, he turned around and went to deal with the ingredients.

It looked as if he had not teased her at all.

Gazing at his silhouette, Gwenda gritted her teeth.

That despicable a*shole...

Having seen everything, Wendy snuck back to the garden and reported the situation to Melanie.

"Grandmama, they're flirting in the kitchen."

"You did a good job!"

Melanie laughed and happily gave her a thumbs-up.

"Of course! I didn't read those novels for nothing."

Wendy shifted into a thinking stance as she fantasised. "I wonder if the bedroom upstairs can be locked... If it can, we can just lock them in a bedroom. This way, they can have some time alone with each other in that private space. A guy and a girl alone in a private space, hehehe..."

"What kind of nonsense novels do you usually read?"

Melanie looked at her with a frown.

A guy and a girl alone in a private space? What on earth was she hinting at?

Was she allowed to read such inappropriate things?

Wendy forced a laugh and explained, "Grandmama, the novels these days are pretty clean. There aren't any nonsensical plots in those."

"Really? Then how do you know so much?"

Melanie eyed her sharply.

Wendy rubbed her nose. "I'm just bullsh*tting. It's nonsense."

"Oh, you'd better be talking nonsense. If I replace out that you've started a relationship this young, I will tell your father and have him teach you a lesson!" Melanie said authoritatively.

Wendy nodded repeatedly. "Don't worry, grandmama. I won't start a relationship so early, I won't..."

Meanwhile, back in the kitchen, Olivier put the fish into the pan and began to fry it.

Having nothing to do, Gwenda could only watch from the side.

A little while later, Olivier's phone rang in his pocket. He glanced at the fish in the pan and said to Gwenda, "Keep an eye on the stove. I'll just be taking a call."

"Okay."

Gwenda nodded.

Olivier answered the phone and left the kitchen.

A few minutes later, Gwenda saw that Olivier had not finished with his call. But at the same time, the fish could not be fried for too long. So, she had no choice but to pick up the spatula and cook it herself. The following fishes were also fried by her.

Ten minutes later, Olivier returned to the kitchen after his call and saw Gwenda cooking the fish with proficiency, causing him to raise an eyebrow. He went up to her and asked, "You know how to cook?" Gwenda was startled and almost threw the spatula to the floor.

Fortunately, Olivier was fast, and he managed to catch the spatula before it fell. He turned to look at her. "So, when I was at your apartment, you were lying to me when you said you didn't know how to cook?"

"..."

Gwenda felt so guilty that she did not dare look him in the eye.

Olivier stared at her and got closer. "Did you lie to me because you did not want me to live at your place long-term?"

"No... I..."

Gwenda did not know how to explain and kept retreating.

Olivier did not intend to let her off like this and forced her into a corner. The light coming from above was blocked off by Olivier's tall frame, turning his silhouette into a shadow that completely enshrouded Gwenda.

Gwenda was so nervous that she was at a loss of what to do. She kept glancing over at the fish in the pan and said, "Erm... the fish is going to be burnt."

Olivier went to turn off the stove and said, "Go on."

"Wh- what do you want me to say?"

Gwenda's face was red as her chest heaved with anxiety.

Seeing this, Olivier swallowed. "Why did you lie to me?"

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