Sweet Revenge By Nuit Chapter 36
Chapter 36:I’m a little ttered
Wringing her hands back to the living room, Silvia sat down on the sofa and dranka mouthful of water,
her eyes nced and saw the tablet ced to the side, thought about it, then picked it up and finger
gently scratched it open.
Opening the microblogging interface, she lowered her head, finger knuckles against her lips, seriously
looking at the things that broke the news.
The three of them were in college, and they were all in the same boat.
But what she found interesting was that these things were noting from the mouths of Ladarius or
Vivienne, the
their so-calledmon “friends”.
If she was a little angry, looking at it, she was not too angry. mostly just teeling ridiculouslymentable,
Those names just looked a little familiar, some of theirces were not even quite remembered.
She was not a loner but not a social person, either Movi other time was spent on experiments and data
collection, where she rarely had the heart to do some meaningless socializing on campus
ity” seried to know her well, describing Vivienne in a vivid voice!
But now these people who jumped out to “t
These people were describing in detail how Vivienne and Ladarius were perfect match in college, how
they were born to be together, and how she interfered in other people’s rtionships and became a
third party
in their description, she was the mistress, and because of the kindness of those two, they could not
bear to hurt her, so still treated her as a friend, and in her most difficult, the most down time, regardless
of the former suspicion to bring her around, but did not expect after all these years, not only did she not
know gratitude, but stole thepany’s data and Vivienne’s hard work, and bit the hands that teed her.
This was simply a real life version of the Chinese story of Mr. Dong Guo and the wolt!
She looked at the story with fascination, fromsome annoyance in the beginning to the gradually calm by
the end, almost detached from the matter, feeling like an outsider in watching others make up the story.
She was never like they imed that said above was not what she did.
“Dinner is ready.”
The aroma of food came out, Simon brought soup to the table, called her, turned his head and went to
the kitchen to serve the food.
Silvia had to go and sit down, watching him set up everything like a virtuous family cook, even the rice
was thoughtfully prepared for her and ced in front of her.
Looking at his busy figure, Silvia thought that if any reporter or Warin’s staff saw this scene now, they
would delinitely drop theirws in amazement.
Who would have thought that Mr. Simon, who was so powerful outside, would have this side of taking
care of people, and so naturally, without any sense of dissonance, he looked a little more approachable
at this moment.
“Est, what are you looking at me for?” After a look at her, Simon handed her chopsticks, thought about
it, and got up and served soup in front of her, bwlore sluting down.
“I’rn a little… ttered.” with one hand on her cheek, Silvia looked at him and said.
“That’s what you call ttered?” Slinon looked askance at her, “Then I think, you need to exercise your
heart, there
wü be many more times when you are ‘surprised in the future.”
“…” Silvia’s heart was sweet, she just felt that this man was too good at teasing people.
The dishes in front of her looked and tasted good, in addition to the lotus root soup she had already
stewed earlier, and the scrambled tomatoes and eggs, he added an extra steamed pork and cold crispy
bamboo shoots and golden mushrooms.
Simon poured vegetables into her bowl, “You’re too skinny, you need to eat more.”
“I didn’t think you could cook” The taste was really good, the color and aroma of the dish, not to say
comparable to the chef’s skill, but also definitely the best in home-cooked food.
Stopping his chopsticks, Simon looked at her,
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“Do you think that I should sit at the table, like a toddler who can’t take care of himselt, waiting for the
maid to make everything ready, even feeding me and wiping the scattered rice grains?”
Silvia: “… pfft!”
Can’t even help but think of that image.
But although the description was a bit outrageous, it’s actually about right to say.
“At least, you shouldn’t have to cook the food yourself.”
She suddenly became a little curious about his life, it seemed that it is not quite the same as what she
imagined.
“If you want, of course you don’t have to.” He did not deny that, with his birth and status, he certainly
did not need to do these trivial “little things” himself.
“Then you want to?” Silvia was more curious, did he have a hobby of cooking?
Otherwise, why must he throw her out of the kitchen and take over himself?
After a faint sweep of her, Simon shook his head, “I studied abroad for a while.”
“So?” Silvia didn’t understand what he meant when he said half the words.
Even if she studied abroad, with the Palmer Family’s financial situation, it would be easy to have a
house and a maid to take care of it. Ah, yes, he doesn’t like to have maids at home, so that’s why he
did it himself?
Simon took a sip of soup, and only then answered her question,
“As the heir of Warin and Palmer Family, not only the business management, but also other aspects, I
needed to be trained. During that time, I learned to cook as a kind of, dpression.”
He didn’t say too much more on this topic, he didn’t tell her what he went through during that time when
he couldn’t be by her side.
“So… you didn’t let me continue just now, because you don’t believe in my ability?”
Silvu took a sip of the soup herself and felt that the taste was not bad, but even if he was a superb
cook, he did not have to question her craft in this way.
“The kitchen fumes are too strong”
After a pause, he added, “In the future, you should not ever cook again.”
Silvia was surprised that this would be the reason!
Too much grease smoke? She didn’t even feel it herself, especially whenpared to the kitchen of
her former rental house.
Ladarius used to say that a woman should be able to work in the kitchen, just like our Silvia. At that
time she was quite proud of herself, thinking that she provided for him and that he depended on her,
but she had never thought that he had never chopped vegetables or washed dishes, but always waited
for ready-made food.
And now, Simon was throwing her out of the kitchen, not letting her get her hands in it, just because
“too much fumes”?
It turns out that if a man loves you, you do not need to go up to the hall and down to the kitchen, he will
only hold you in the palm of his hand and take good care of you.