Chapter 48


    Chapter 48


    Charles felt a bit scared. “Sir, can I ask what you’re nning to do at the Slotmond Estate?”


    Matthew’s face was as cold as ice, indicating he was annoyed by Charles’s nosiness.


    In all his life, Matthew never thought he’d been cheated on by a woman. He had just started to feel


    guilty and a bit fond of Valerie after learning she saved his grandma in the morning, but she quickly


    erased any good feelings he had for her.


    Charles was right. He was always a neat freak in rtionships. After all, he had warned her multiple


    times not to betray him during their marriage, and if she had to, wait until half a yearter. To his


    disappointment, she couldn’t even wait half a year before hooking up with that guy who drove a


    BMW.


    He could chalk it up to coincidence thest time he saw them together, but twice was uneptable.


    As a man, Matthew knew all too well what that guy’s gaze at her meant.


    He was itching to get back but caught in the rush hour traffic jam. Nearly an hour had passed by the


    time he arrived at the Slotmond Estate.


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    As the car stopped, Matthew strode out in a hurry, mming the car door shut with force. The loud


    bang made Charles wince and feel sorry for the


    car.


    But he wouldn’t dare to say this out loud. Right now, Matthew seemed like a balloon filled with air,


    tense all over, ready to explode at any moment.


    Oh no. A big fight is about to happen. Miss Warren will have to rely on herself, prayed Charles


    inwardly.


    With a cold face, Matthew pushed the door open, mentally prepared to fiercely scold Valerie for her


    cheating.


    But what he didn’t expect was that the moment the door opened, a sudden aroma of food invaded


    his nostrils.


    He was stunned for a moment when he saw several dishes on the table: Steak, fruit sd, and


    steamed shrimp…


    Hearing the noise, Valerie poked her head out from the kitchen, smiled at him. “Mr. Grant, you’re


    back. Go wash your hands first. I’m on thest dish, and we’ll be able to eat soon!”


    With that, she ducked back into the kitchen.


    The kitchen and living room were separated only by a ss screen. The warm yellow light from the


    kitchen wrapped around the aroma of the dishes, and Matthew could see the busy silhouette of


    Valerie through the ss.


    Matthew was used to being independent. He was groomed from a young age to be the sessor of


    the Noria Group. At 12, he started studying abroad. At first, he had a butler apanying him, but


    later, his grandpa even withdrew the butler to toughen him up. After attending prestigious schools in


    foreignnds alone, he gradually got used to this solitary life.


    After returning from abroad, he bought several properties, mostly for their proximity to hispany


    or their investment potential, never really considering whether they were suitable for living in. After


    all, there were restaurants when he was hungry and cafes when he was thirsty.


    It was only when he asionally returned to the Grant Manor that his grandmother would


    enthusiastically have the chefs prepare his favorite dishes. The Grant family had several chefs


    adept at various cuisines, and their creations were no less impressive than those from Michelin–


    starred


    restaurants.


    All these years, it was the first time Matthew had ever smelled that subtle aroma of food and fire


    from cooking.


    As a result, he forgot his initial n to berate Valerie. Instead, he listened to her, set down his


    briefcase, went to the bathroom to wash his hands, and then sat at the dining table.


    A momentter, Valerie brought out thest dish, arge bowl of mushroom and vegetable soup.


    Three dishes and a soup for just the two of them. The presentation of the dishes couldn’tpare


    to that of a Michelin–starred restaurant, but the aroma smelled quite appetizing.


    Matthew fell silent for a while before asking, “What inspired you to cook?”


    Valerie mysteriously leaned in close to him, her smile barely concealed at the corners of her mouth.


    “Mr. Grant, since you’re also an employee of Noria Group, you must have heard about Noria


    Group’s n to open a new luxury car dealership, right?”


    Matthew’s brow twitched imperceptibly, and his face remained expressionless. “Yeah, what’s


    up?”


    “Guess what? I got chosen as its employee!” Valerie chortled, her eyes sparkling with joy.


    Matthew naturally knew it because he was the one who chose her.


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