Chapter 61 Is it edible?


    VICTORIA’S POV


    Sigh...


    At this point, life appeared so helpless, and I don’t have any freaking way to look for some liberty from


    this mess.


    Alessandro Devonte once again started crawling into my life; this time, I don’t know how to stop him.


    No matter what I say, this man seems to not mind any of it.


    Did he sell all his shame in wholesale before entering here? Maybe, because the Ince egoistic,


    arrogant, and proud man seems so easygoing and ignorant from every insult that ising on his way!


    I repeatedly sighed while shifting my gaze toward Maria and James, as his presence already freaked


    them out, and from time to time, Maria nced toward the kitchen and then shook her head. She is


    worried and nervous.


    To be honest, I must admit that I am also guilty of this behavior. The man who never set foot in the


    kitchen has now taken control of it and insists on preparing meals for ‘his wife.’


    I mean, did he just lose his memory at the part when we got divorced? Do I need to remind him about


    that? Or is he acting only? Because if he is acting, I swear then he is one fine actor!


    “Yesterday, your father called,” James said, breaking the nerve-wracking silence in the living room and


    earning our attention. “I somehow lied to him that everything was fine. I just don’t know how long I can


    lie.”


    Maria nodded her head. “Yeah, the old man is right.” She turned to me. “Can’t you just kick him out of


    the house before he destroys the kitchen?”


    I narrowed my eyes at her. Wasn’t she the one asking me to patch everything with him? Now she is


    saying that.


    Well, I know why she is saying that, though. After all, it’s about her ‘kitchen.’ Maria and her kitchen is a


    different story to tell. She is so much possessive about that ce.


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    She is a bit concerned about her kitchen. Well, not a bit but a lot. Something she doesn’t like to share


    with anyone because she thinks that ce belongs to her, wherever she goes.


    Even back in America, she never allowed anyone in the kitchen other than mama, me, and Antonio.


    Papa never went there, though. Even though she allowed us, we still avoided going to the kitchen


    every time.


    And Alessandro’s forced entry there really dissatisfied her. She is more concerned about the kitchen


    than answering my family.


    “I have tried, haven’t I? What can I do more now?”


    Even though I despise my question because I know I can do many things to throw him away from the


    house, yet I am not doing anything!


    Why? I freaking don’t know! A part of me is making excuses for not using violence. Maybe, it’s the inner


    me wanting him here?


    No! I gave that thought a terrible shock to go away.


    “What is going on, guys?” Our heads turned to the direction from where the voice came.


    It was Jayden and Daniel. Both brothers just came from an exhibition that Jayden’spany held. I


    wanted to go but couldn’t because of my swollen feet.


    They are not aware of Alessandro’s presence here.


    “What could happen more?” Maria frowned with a sullen face. “Just the tsunami came into the house,


    now destroying the kitchen.”


    “Heh?!” Daniel eximed as Jayden turned to me in a daze. Their eyes filled with questions.


    I sighed again, shaking my head. “It’s nothing, just...”


    “It’s nothing?!” Maria’s words stopped in the middle. Her eyes widened in anger. “How is it nothing? He


    is literally in my kitchen, and only God knows what he is doing!”


    “Who is in the kitchen, or what the hell is going on here?” Daniel asked.


    Instead of answering them, Maria stood up, “That’s it, I am done waiting here! I am going to kick him


    out of that ce even if you don’t kick him out of the house! That ce is not open for anyone!” She


    grumbled and marched toward the kitchen.


    I heard James sighing as I stood up to follow her. Before that, I turned to the two confused brothers.


    “Alessandro is here,” I mumbled before following her when I heard Daniel’s exmation. “What?!”


    Suddenly, a loud shattering sound of utensils came from the kitchen, and I froze, and in the next


    second, I heard Maria’s cry.


    “Oh, my God! What have you done!”


    I immediately rushed there only to find Alessandro and the messed up kitchen. Some utensils were


    scattered on the floor; maybe the sound came from there and then from the kitchen counter.


    I swear, Maria is gonna kill him! I can see the bubbles of anger fuming in her eyes.


    Alessandro seemed to be startled at our sudden presence. He transformed into a disheveled state as


    he scratched his neck and smiled goofily.


    “Just an ident, he said.”


    “How long are you gonna continue this mess?” I heard Maria’s cold tone that seemed to make


    Alessandro nervous too.


    He immediately picked up a dish in the bowl and grinned proudly. “I have made this for my wife.”


    I almost rolled my eyes at him before shaking my head. Once again, looking at the mess, my eyes


    trailed to Maria; she was still not reacting, but she was furious.


    Surprisingly, she walked out of the kitchen without saying anything and directly ended up in her room.


    Maybe she went there to vent her anger.


    ****


    “Is it edible?” Daniel picked up a piece of vegetable before observing it closely with a hint of disgust in


    his eyes.


    “No one asked you to eat it. I only made it for my wife,” Alessandro replied indifferently, and Daniel


    frowned.


    I looked around at the dishes he had made at the dining table. We all are here for lunch, and today,


    Alessandro made the special lunch. Though, in his words, he made it all for me.


    Honestly, everything seems so delicious and smells good. It kind of surprised me that he cooked all


    this.


    I looked up at him. “I never knew you could cook.” Because before marriage, chefs and Sophia always


    made all the meals, and after marriage, I took all the responsibilities.


    In between, I never really saw him anywhere near the kitchen.


    He smiled, “I used to cook abroad for myself while studying. I also learned some from grandma. But I


    never really cooked for anyone else; you are the first.”


    He ced a te, some meat, and some rice on the dish. He has a little bit of Asian style he tried here


    with an American touch. I like the fusion he did, and there are no lies here.


    His words made a part of me happy, knowing at least I was the first one for whom he cooked.


    Moreover, he really did a lot of hard work to prepare these dishes. How can I hurt him by saying no?


    “Who knows what you are presenting to eat.” Once again, Daniel mocked, and Maria grumbled,


    agreeing with him.


    My eyes fell on Jayden, who was also watching the piece of meat before sniffing it and then pouring it


    into his mouth. Even though he didn’t like his presence, he was more mature not to be disgraceful.


    I also don’t want to react like Daniel and Maria, and I felt a little sorry for Alessandro. I ignored their


    mocking and picked up a spoonful of meat and rice. The moment I chewed, I felt nauseous as my


    stomach twisted at the taste of pork.


    Immediately, I spat out the food and heard the people around me gasp.


    “Oh, Lord! Did you just provide her with pork?” I heard Jayden’s worried tone before running to the


    washroom...