<b>Chapter </b><b>51</b>
“Perhaps he does not like it but refrains from saying so for your friend’s feelings.” Matthew reasoned.
“He might as <b>well </b><b>just </b>say it. And Katherine mentioned that he loves crayfish the most. Now he’s throwing it away. I don’t think he dislikes <b>crayfish</b>; he just looks down on Katherine for packing some left–<b>over </b>for him.” Valerie felt a bit annoyed but quickly calmed down and thanked Matthew, <b>“</b>Mr. Grant, thank you for bringing this back. I’ll take a photo of it and send it to Katherine when she sobers up. As for this ne, I’ll give it to Katherine as well so she can return it to Caleb.”
Caleb wasn’t really important to her; she cared more about Katherine, her friend.
She used to think Caleb was <b>good </b>to Katherine, but now it seemed his intentions might not be so pure. She needed to find a way to warn Katherine.
Matthew didn’t have any objections to what she was going to do.
<b>However</b>, he <b>was </b>more interested in the food on the table, and after dealing with this mess, the food seemed even more tasty. He suddenly started, “I can handle spicy food.”
Valerie <b>was </b><b>left </b>confused by his sudden words, frowning.Content from N?velDr(a)ma.Org.
Matthew pointed at the dishes on the table. “I noticed you usually have some spicy food even in your breakfast<b>, </b>so I guess you like it hot. Feel free to add some chillis next time you cook. I’m cool with it as long <b>as </b><b>it’s </b>not ridiculously spicy.”
Valerie was momentarily stunned, not expecting him to pick up on her taste preferences when he <b>always </b>remained cold. A smile crept onto her lips. “Alright!”
He is surprisingly <b>easy </b>to take care of,‘ said Valerie inwardly, adding, “Mr. Grant, don’t stress about tomorrow. My brother’s pretty chill, but he might ask a few questions. Should <b>we </b>rehearse our answers or something?<b>”</b>
“Cross–checking stories?<b>” </b>asked Matthew.
Valerie chuckled. “Well, you’re not wrong. Let’s go over our story then. My brother <b>will </b>definitely <b>ask </b>about your family situation tomorrow. Answer what you can, and if <b>there’s </b>something you’re notfortable with, <b>just </b>look at me. I’ll find <b>a </b>way to steer the conversation.”
<b>“</b>Okay.” Matthew <b>was </b>cooperative.
“My brother will also ask when <b>we </b>met and why you wanted to marry me. <b>Just </b>say we’ve known each other for a long time<b>, </b>and you believe I’m the one you can spend the <b>rest </b>of your life with, so you proposed, and we got together,” Valerie added.
Matthew’s face darkened, and after <b>a </b>stiff pause, he repeated with difficulty, “We’ve known each other for a long time, and I believe you’re the one <b>I </b>can spend the <b>rest </b>of my life with, so I proposed, and we got together<b>…</b><b>”</b>
We hadn’t known each other for long. Besides, the
proposal was
clearly her initiative<b>!</b><b>‘ </bined Matthew inwardly.
satisfied, but seeing Matthew’s <b>stern </b>expression, she couldn’t help but feel a mix of
<b>As </b>Matthew repeated his words, Valerie was initially qui amusement and <b>frustration</b>.
Matthew’s <b>face </b>didn’t look like it <b>was </b>filled with love<b>; </b>it <b>was </b>more like he <b>was </b>confronting an enemy.
Valerie knew that saying these words <b>was </b>quite <b>a </b>challenge for him. “Alright, we’ll <b>go </b>with what we’ve discussed then.” She was about to teach a few more sentences when Matthew <b>interrupted</b>, “I helped you. Don’t you think you We me a favor?”
Valerie met Matthew’s deep <b>gaze </b>and was momentarily stunned, hesitating for a moment. “Mr. Grant, how do you want me to thank you?” She didn’t have much money, and physicalbor was out of the <b>question </b>with <b>her </b>current condition<b>, </b><b>so </b>she was anxious about what request <b>he </b>might make.
Then Matthew replied, <b>“</b>Cook for me <b>twice </b><b>a </b><b>week</b>. Your cooking is quite good.”
Valerie was instantly taken <b>aback </b><b>at </b>his <b>request</b>.
Thinking he had put her on the spot<b>, </b>Matthew <b>amended</b>. “<b>If </b>you’re busy<b>, </b><b>once </b><b>will</b>
do<b>.</b><b>”</b>
Valerie was stunned again before <b>bursting </b><b>out </bughing<b>. </b><b>She </b><b>never </b>would <b>have </b><b>thought </b>that Matthew’s condition would be <b>simply </b>asking her to <b>cook</b><b>, </b>and he even changed it from <b>twice </b>a week to <b>once </b>a week, worrying she might <b>get </b>tired.
She smiled. “Of course, I <b>can </b>cook as long as I’m not too busy <b>with </b>work<b>. </b><b>After </b>all<b>, </b>even if she didn’t cook for him, she had to eat herself. <b>She </b>used to be in charge of cooking at home<b>, </b>and <bter</b><b>, </b>when she lived with her aunt, she had to take care <b>of </b>the meals for the whole family<b>, </b><b>so </b>she was already used to it. But this was the first time someone seriously <b>praised </b>her cooking <b>skills</b>. Valerie actually felt a little happy inside.
<b>Matthew </b><b>was </b>also in <b>a </b>good mood when she agreed. <b>He </b>then reached into his jacket and handed her a bank card.
Cooking for him was an additional performance obligation, so <b>of </b>course, he should <b>offer </b>her <b>appropriate </bpensation.