Super Sweetheart of the CEO Daddy
Chapter 1902

Looking at this high-end kitchen utensils and equipment, Monica was a little nervous. She opened the fridge and saw that there were some fresh ingredient inside. She took out a few samples. She can enjoy the night view outside the window when she is cooking.

Monica sighed lightly. Everywhere is full of money. Is this the life of the rich?

"Do you need help?" Stinson stood at the door of the kitchen. He had a long-standing jade, and had a refined and elegant temperament.

Monica turned to look at him and shook her head. "No, I'll do it."

"Really?" The man took a few steps forward, his long arms, and on both sides of her, gently trapped her in his arms. He smiled thinly on his lips and asked hoarsely against her earlobe. "I don't know why, I don't seem to be hungry right now."

Monica was not an ignorant girl. After entering the workplace for many years, she had heard many jokes before. At the dinner table, a lot of male colleagues spoke with a dirty tone, so she understood.She could not help but take the watered finger and slam it on the man's eyebrows. The man took a few steps back in fright and looked at her in a circle.

Monica wouldn't be too soft to clean him up. She snorted in dismay: "you just said you wouldn't touch me if we didn't get marry."

"I'm just kidding" The man reached out to wipe off the drops of water on his face. This woman really doesn't know romance.

"Stop saying this kind of joke. Otherwise, I will pouch you." Monica put her hands on her waist and looked serious.

"Okay, it is up to you." The man could only sigh, arguing with his two sisters about his family status at home. He finally had to set up his own family.

Could it be that the man who was the Wayne family had this status at home? Even if his father listened to his mother's words, even his uncle would only listen to his wife. Sure enough, rich men love their wives. So to speak, he could be a rich man with peace of mind.

Monica could not help but laugh. For some reason, she was quite happy looking at his grievance.

"You brought me here just want to eat what I cooked?" Monica looked at him.

"I want to eat what Marshall had." Stinson hung the word jealous on his face.

"I've always thought that you're a mature man. I didn't expect that your heart is smaller than a needle. It's a matter of kindness." Monica sighed and shook his head.

"In front of an outsider, I can be a mature man, but in front of you, I just want to have the privilege of being like a child. What's wrong with jealousy? Who stipulates that a mature man can't be jealous?" "Okay, you win." Monica did not argue with him.

"In the future, you can't cook for other men anymore. You have to promise me, otherwise, I'll be angry." Looking at her as she bent down to wash vegetables, she had an indescribably soft and feminine aura. He was the most able to break into a man's heart. If other men could see her as gentle at home, there was no guarantee that that man would not be impressed by her.

"You're really overbearing, Marshall is my friend anyway. You're angry even when you treat friends?" Monica was completely speechless.

"I'm saying that you can't cook for him alone. If I'm present, it's a different matter." Stinson also felt like he was overbearing, so he could only explain.

"Don't worry, I have my principle, but you have to keep the bottom line too. I'm saying that if you're with me and seduce another woman, I won't be a bitter woman, I'll just turn around and take my son away. "Since this was the last word, Monica decided to say what she wanted to say to him.

"Is this a threat to me?" The man grinned.

"Sort of." Monica glanced angrily at him. What was his attitude? Not at all sincere.

"My father and my mother have taught me since I was young. I can't be confused. I don't have to be single-minded. Since I've identified you, I won't provoke other women."

"Then I really admire your parents. They teach you about your success in your career and teach you to be a man worth relying on." Monica said from the bottom of her heart.

"Yeah, I'm very grateful to them too." Stinson nodded and agreed with her.

Monica pursed her lips and laughed. For some reason, she just felt that Stinson was not a man talking nonsense.

Time was running out. Monica cooked three meals, a garlic prawn, a green pepper fry, and a tomato egg drop soup. Three courses, she was placed in front of the man. It was quite fragrant, and it looked pretty good.

The man got up and served two bowls of rice for the two of them. Then, he whispered into the woman's ear: "Thank you."

"Do you know how to cook?" Monica took the white rice from him and suddenly asked him.

Stinson's handsome face was stunned and he shook his head. "I'm not very good at cooking. The only thing I can cook is to fry the steak and toast two slices of bread."

"Then you take the time to learn something. I want to eat your cooking too." A smile appeared in Monica's beautiful eyes.

Stinson was trembling. Could she marry her as a wife and still have to learn to cook?

"I'm so smart, I've learned everything very quickly. If you want to eat what I make, I'll show you another day." Stinson agreed, but she did not know that she had been taken in by this woman.

"Okay, I am looking forward." Monica finished, then placed a piece of prawn in the man's bowl. "Did it taste good?"

Before he could eat, he was as sweet as honey. His thin lips lifted lightly: "I'm sure it won't be unpalatable.

Monica nodded: "Of course, I'm still very confident in my cooking."

Stinson caught the shrimp and put it in his mouth. In the next second, his handsome face suddenly changed..

"Monica, did you put a bag of salt?" The man asked her with a bitter face.

"What? Is it salty?" Monica said as she stretched out the chopsticks and caught the prawns. She only stick out her tongue to make up for a sip. In the next second, she vomited,. She really put much salt in it. Stinson was frozen and he wanted to caress. Didn't Marshall say that the food she cooked was delicious? Could it be that he had loved this woman to the point of self-deception?