Chapter 45


    Stop It, She’s Remarrying! By Ster Strands Chapter 45


    Esme’s face became pale as she stared dead at the pork chop in front of her.


    No matter how bad her lover’s cooking was, she had to eat it. She had to make it look delicious, too.


    “This is your first time making pork chop, right?”


    “Yes,” Conrad said gloomily as he red at Fia. He was very unhappy with what she did.


    Even if what he made for her was not delicious, she shouldn’t have given it to someone else!


    Where was the respect?!


    “Thank you for your generosity, Fia!” Esme pulled the dish toward her as if worried that someone would


    steal it from her. She picked up a piece with her fork and ate it.


    The joy on her face froze. She wanted to spit it out, but she stopped when she saw Conrad looking at


    her.


    She didn’t know how she could swallow the charred, salty, hard, and weird–tasting meat. She


    immediately slurped some noodles.


    That mouthful of noodles almost sent her to her maker.


    “Augh!”


    Esme had never eaten something so disgusting, especially the Bolognese spaghetti, which taste she


    couldn’t even describe.


    Conrad frowned as she looked at Esme vomiting on the coffee table. He ate one noodle from his te.


    But just one strand was enough to make his stomach feel ufortable.


    “What’s the meaning of this, Fia?!”


    “Ha!” She let out an icyughter. “I told you I haven’t cooked in a long time, so I might have made


    mistakes, but your childhood lover forced me to make it for her. Now it’s my fault? Even if it doesn’t


    taste nice, I still made it. You should at least consider that, Mr. Maxwell!”


    Fia red at the pork chop coldly. “Since my spaghetti is bad, you can at least eat the pork chop your


    lover cooked, my dear cousin!”


    Esme couldn’t say a word.


    She didn’t want to eat anything. She only wanted to wash her mouth. That was so disgusting.


    “What? You can’t eat things that your lover made? Do you really love him?” Fia then grabbed Conrad’s


    fork, picked up a piece of pork chop, and ate it. She munched with her mouth full. After swallowing the


    meat, she even licked her lips.


    “You don’t like it, but I feel like it’s okay. You can’t eat it because you don’t love him enough?”


    Fia narrowed her eyes and ate another piece and then mumbled, “Take your time. I’m going to visit my


    mom and grandma at the hospital.”


    She left a figure painted with solitude and pride.


    Her grandma told her that even if she couldn’t change the ending, she shouldn’t allow those who


    harass her to live a good,fortable life!


    Conrad must have believed that her cousin loved her a lot…. Then she would drive a wedge between


    them! “Conrad, I… My stomach isn’t feeling that well. That’s why I couldn’t eat it.”


    Conrad looked at the pork chop that he cooked. He grabbed Fia’s fork and ate one.


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    He frowned deeply. What in God’s name was that? How could she eat it without a change in her


    expression?


    She loved him?


    How was that possible?


    If she really loved him, how could she have agreed to his request for a divorce in the beginning?


    “Conrad, I love you. More than anyone else. But my stomach really isn’t feeling well and I couldn’t eat


    anything.”


    Conrad then had his eyes fixed on Esme. “Didn’t you say you were starving just now?”


    “Since you’re hungry, eat more.”


    He then put all the remaining pork chop on top of the spaghetti. “Take it slow. No one will steal them


    from you.”