Stop It, She’s Remarrying (Fia and Conrad)
Chapter 44

Stop It, She's Remarrying! By Stellar Strands Chapter 44

"Aren't you not feeling well, Mrs. Taylor? I wouldn't dream of asking you to do it. Fia could do it." Esme didn't let go of the opportunity, an innocent smile plastered on her face. "Let's see... If you make me the sp grade restaurant charges."

Esme pressed on knowing that she had the advantage and didn't even let Fia have a breather.

"I'll do it," Mrs. Taylor said.

"You're going to be on leave for the rest of the day." Conrad said in a stern voice.

"This is not suitable, Master Maxwell." Mrs. Taylor was filled with regret. If she had known that this would happen, she would not have made up an excuse.

"There's no such thing. Esme's her cousin and her guest. She has a duty to take care of her needs."

Fia was so angry that she was shaking, and she was controlling how hard she was tightening her fists. "It's okay, Mrs. Taylor. Have a pleasant holiday."

"Madam..."

"It's fine. I'm the host and she's the guest. I should take care of her."

"But..."

"Mrs. Taylor, you're getting old. I think it's time for me to allow you to retire," Conrad said icily.

"Master, I'm still tough enough. I still wish to serve you."

"Then rest for today!"

Mrs. Taylor looked at Fia worryingly before being forced to leave.

"Thank you,

Fia." Esme clasped her hands together and nodded at Fia. "I'm starving right now."

"Fine. Spaghetti, was it?" Fia directly went into the kitchen. She put some cold water into the pot and threw the noodles in. She then lit it up.

Before the water was even boiling and the noodles softened, she simply threw all the seasonings into the

water.

A few minutes later, Conrad went into the kitchen. Fia was taking the noodles out and was adding some

seasoning.

He looked at her suspiciously. She was filled with unwillingness earlier, but she was doing it skillfully now. "Do you need help?" He asked.

"No. I made some for you as well. You'll be thrilled later when you eat together."

Conrad did not respond.

Two plates filled with spaghetti that looked delicious ended up in Conrad's hands. Fia smiled and said, " Enjoy."

She then grabbed the pork chop in barbecue sauce Conrad made last night, heated it up, and took it to the living room.

Esme hadn't even started eating. She simply said with a smile, "The noodles you make look so delicious."

"Don't praise me just yet. I haven't cooked in a long time, after becoming Madam Maxwell. I might have made some mistakes."

"What's that in your hand?" When Esme saw the pork chop that was badly cooked, her heart skipped a beat.

"This is something nice, cousin!" Fia glanced at Conrad.

Meanwhile, Conrad's expression changed as he stared at Fia.

"What kind of a nice thing is this?"

Esme frowned. Fia must be getting senile... To make things difficult for her in front of Conrad. "Conrad, Fia..."

"This really is something nice. Conrad, who has never cooked, cooked this for me last night."

"What?!" Esme couldn't help but raise her voice. "He can't cook! How is it..."

"That's right. This is something that he made for me although he can't cook. You remember that I like pork chop in barbecue sauce, right?" Esme's expression darkened as she secretly tightened her fists. She couldn't believe this!

Conrad had never cooked for her! He would never cook for her!

"Oh, right. Initially, he made some spaghetti for me too, I didn't like it, so he made me pork chop to

comfort me.

Fia then placed the pork chop in front of Esme. "Quick, have a bite. I just reheated it. Since Conrad made this, you will absolutely love it."