Chapter <b>372</b>
<b>“</b>Vallie, can I call you so?”
Valerie’s face was full of surprise. She could almost feel his hot breath beside her car. She subconsciously shrunk her neck and felt helpless. “It…it’s up to your
She hurriedly turned around and returned to the kitchen, her heart in turmoil. What is this man doing?
What she did not know was that Matthew’s eyes were getting darker and deeper, and his mouth felt dry. There were mes growing in his body somehow.
He was certain that he had not drunk the things that Angel had insanicted. This should not be the case. He uddenly remembered that there seemed to be a subtle sanell on Angel’s body. Maybe the cause was that smell
Matthew could not help but lick his thirsty lips. He stared at the soft woman in <b>front </b>of him and a light shed across his mind. He should be able to lift her up with one hand and throw her onto the bed.
Valerie had always felt that there was a gaze locked onto her from behind. She tilted her <b>head </b>slightly want to devour her <b>alive</b>.
and met
Matthews g
gaze, which seemed to
Valerie’s heart skipped a beat. She was all too familiar with this fierce look. It was as <b>possessive </b><b>as </b>a wolf pouncing on its prey, the same on the night they first met. She <b>had </b>a deep impression of it.
At the thought of this, Valerie suddenly felt a surge of anger in her heart. This <b>bastard </b>hid his identity and worked with his entire family to lie. Now, he was even coveting her. Vallie What’s wrong with your Man, don’t tell me you think you’re sexy!
<b>eaten </b>tonight. I’m cooking pasta. Do
Valerie picked up the spat and knocked on the pot<b>. </b>The ng <b>also </b>woke Matthew up. “Mr. Grant, I haven’t eat you want to eat? I’ll cook maar.
Matthew also felt that this was not the right time to do that, so he suppressed the fire in his heart and said. “Let me help you.”
“There’s no need. I’m almost done. Mr. Grant, you can just wait outside. How could she let Mr. Grant condescend <b>to </b><b>cook</b>? It looked so pathetic
Anyway, there was indeed nothing he could do in the kitchen. As for cooking pasta, although he had tried it once, it was not as delicious <b>as </b>hers. <b>The </b>steps were simr, but the taste was much worse. He did not know what the problem was
However, this might be what made Valerie awesome. She had never failed to impress him with her cooking and was better than the chefs in
restauran
Matthew obediently went to the living room. For the time being, he still put out the foot he had just bought outside. The fragrance in the air became intense, barely matching the <b>mes </b>in his body.
He thought he was hungry just now, but at this moment, looking at the beautiful figure in the kitchen, he felt that he wanted <b>to </b><b>eat </b>her more
After a while, Valerie brought out two bowls of pasta with a smile.
It smelled fantastic. Matthew picked <b>up </b><b>a </b>piece, and instantly, his mouth <b>was </b>filled with <b>a </b>warm taste. It assaulted his nose, but before he could savor it, a spicy feeling instantly exploded in his mouth
He frowned, then coughed uncontrobly. He felt the spiciness rush to the top of his <b>head</b><b>, </b>but the food in the bowl looked <b>so </b>clean and <b>mild</b>..
Matthew, why are you <b>coughing</b>! Is my cooking bad today!” Valerie looked disappointed<b>.</b>
In reality, <b>she </b>knew very well that it was spicy. She thought that he must have drunk a lot outside and specially added arge spoonful of spicy seasonings to sober him up. What a kind thing <b>she </b>had dContent is ? by N?velDrama.Org.