Chapter 269 Who Would Believe it?


    He was making chicken soup for her!


    Who would believe it?


    She held the remote control, but she had no intention of watching the television. She kept looking


    towards the kitchen and biting her lip. Inexplicably, her eyes were red and wet again. She had the urge


    to cry!


    He was so considerate. Was it a good start, or was there another horror building up? She didn''t know,


    and she didn''t want to know. It was just that for the moment, she was inexplicably fascinated by him.


    From a distance, looking from the direction of the living room, she could just see him behind the ss


    window. He really was a work of God''s satisfaction. With his broad forehead, firm chin, deep eyes,


    slightly curved lips, and straight nose, Vincent was dazzlingly handsome and chillingly dominant. No


    wonder so many women are willing to go to bed with him ...


    The thought of him being with so many women made Le''s heart ache again. And the thought of this


    man making love to other women made her feel sick inside.


    Why was that?


    Even though he had hurt her more than once, even though he had been her sister''s lover, even though


    he had married her in a hurry and probably with an ulterior motive, she could always feel her heart


    involuntarily beating wildly for him. She would feel pain for every hurtful word he would say, be upset


    and aggravated for a long time by a look or a gesture from him, and could not resist provoking him


    again and again.


    What was this feeling? Her heart ached and she felt heartbroken. What was this feeling?!


    ''Don''t think too much, Le, you mustn''t be too greedy!''


    Le couldn''t be idle after all, and she was born to be busy. She stood up and walked towards the


    kitchen.


    The kitchen floor was covered with food that had just been delivered. There were fresh vegetables, fish


    and prawns, and seasonings. The pile of food was enough to feed them for a week. Le walked over


    and bent down to start packing.


    "Put it down!" Vincent''s low voice sounded above her head. "I''ll clean upter!"


    "I''m fine. I can do it!" Le smiled and didn''t stop. She began nimbly taking things out of the bags,


    cleaning them up, and sorting them. Then she wrapped things up again in packets, sorting them into


    different categories for freezing and refrigeration.


    Vincent didn''t say anything else, except that he nced with sharp eyes at Le, who was busy. And


    his gaze became deeper and deeper.


    When she had cleaned up and washed her hands, he began to serve the soup.


    Le took the ashtray out. The venttor was on, drawing away the rich aroma and the smell of


    tobo.


    The soup was served and carried out, and Vincent didn’t say a word. He had been silent since earlier


    when Le had been sorting things out. Now he didn’t say anything either. And he didn''t say a word as


    he carried the soup past her. Le took the rest of the bowl and walked out of the kitchen with him.


    He returned to the kitchen to work on something. Not long afterward, he came out with two bowls of


    rice. He had actually steamed the rice!


    Le was shocked again!


    The chicken soup was served, the rice was brought in, and there was a special western dish heated in


    the microwave - a roast goose burger with foie gras.


    Le looked on dumbfounded as Vincent brought out a few more tes. My God, why were there


    Russian stuffed white mushrooms and braised chicken wings?


    She hadn''t even seen these anywhere!


    Vincent then sat down, gave her a look, and then slowly uttered three words, "Let''s eat!"


    She looked at her watch. It was half-past nine. It was sort of a breakfast. But it was too hearty, wasn''t


    it? Le didn''t know if she was having Chinese or Western food, but Vincent was having rice.


    "Eat up!" He said in his usualmanding and irresistible tone.


    "Mr. White, which do you think I should eat first?" Le hesitated and asked softly.


    She looked at the chicken soup in front of her. It was glistening with a bit of oil and was very light.


    There were a few red dates in the bowl, which looked light and refreshing but smelled strong. It was


    very tonic at first nce. It was cooked by his own hands. She wanted to eat it but was a bit reluctant to


    do so.


    Vincent gazed at her and then frowned suddenly. Apparently, he was getting impatient, "You can eat


    whatever you want!"


    Hearing him say that, Le gave a sad expression and responded with reluctance. She was still going


    to have the chicken soup first.


    Vincent watched her take a sip of the soup and watched her stick her tongue out. She had a satisfied


    look on her little face, then lowered her head again and took another sip. Then again, he saw


    something called tears slide out of her eyes.


    He frowned in confusion. "Doesn''t it taste good?"


    Le immediately shook her head, wiped the tears away with her small hand, and hurriedly said, "It''s


    delicious!"


    "Then why are you crying?" He then remembered something and asked again, "Your abdomen ache


    again?"


    "No!" Le shook her head. She suddenly became warm inside. So he''d been watching her. He''d seen


    her moved to tears.


    "Then what is it?"


    Biting her lip, Le whispered, "I just don''t know if I''ll ever have the chance to drink the soup you


    cooked again!"


    Despite what she said, she dared not listen to what he would say next. And how could a busy man like


    him, such an elite businessman, be confined to the kitchen cooking soup for a woman?


    He should be racing through the world of business, being invincible and making his career!


    Such tenderness and consideration on his part was a sh in the pan and fleeting!


    He didn''t answer her question, just remained silent for a while, then said in a fierce, cold voice, "Nice


    try. Just this time. No more! Drink up. If you don''t drink it, then pour it out!"


    Her little face dimmed again, but she immediately held the bowl and said, "I''ll drink it. I''ll drink it right


    away. It''s good!"


    Looking at her, Vincent''s lips couldn''t help but curl upwards as he began to eat.


    "It''s delicious!" Le couldn''t help but praise in a small voice again.


    "Just eat. Where are you getting all that nonsense?" Vincent nced up at her again, and her tone


    went colder.


    Le stuck her tongue out and stopped talking.


    Her stomach didn''t ache much anymore, but her back was aching badly. She didn''t eat the Western


    food on the table. And she ate only one bowl of white rice and drank two bowls of the chicken soup he


    cooked.


    Vincent didn''t eat that western food either. After dinner, Le wanted to wash the dishes, but Vincent


    wouldn''t let her. He put away the dishes by himself and washed them quickly, then went back to drying


    the sheets.


    Le felt that her nose twitched. What she couldn''t stand was being touched. Because when one was


    touched, his heart softened.


    He had said he wanted to dance, and her stomach didn''t ache now.


    She went and picked out a disk of dance music and came back to y it on. If he wanted to dance, she


    was willing to apany him. Consider it a reward for him. With the dance music on, she turned


    around to find him standing a stone''s throw behind her.


    "Ah-" Le was startled.


    She looked up to see Vincent standing in front of her, looking down at her in a superior manner, and


    Le dropped the remote control in a panic. She hastily knelt down to pick it up. But as soon as she


    bent over, her buttocks hit the TV cab behind her again, and she gave a muffled grunt of pain.


    Vincent took a step back and looked at her with stern eyes. "Stupid woman!"


    Le blushed immediately!


    "Mr. White, I, I found dance music ..." He had said he wanted to dance, so of course she dared not fail


    to apany him.


    Vincent''s eyes froze and he said in a deep voice, "Are you sure you can dance? I don''t want to touch


    another handful of bloodter! It''s disgusting!"


    "Yes!" Le responded. Her face got even redder!


    "Go get changed!" He spoke, pointing to the bag in the corner of the couch. Le saw the yellow dress


    she had taken from Pippa that day. It had been left at the HJ Hotel. She hadn''t expected him to have it


    delivered here.


    Her long, dark hair was tied back, while her face was as delicate as jade. Her eyebrows were slender


    and her dark pupils looked like they were shining with water. And she was wearing a yellow dress that


    showed off her perfect, white, delicate legs. And on her feet, she was wearing a pair of five-centimeter


    high heels. As she walked down the stairs, her steps were brisk and her figure was mesmerizingly


    beautiful.


    She walked slowly down the stairs. Vincent''s eyes widened as he turned.


    Le gave a timid expression while her small hands clenched at her side. Seeing his eyes glued to


    hers, she began to regret it. Was it a bit too risky for her to do this? Why did she have to wear a dress?


    Vincent walked over and held out his hand. Le just walked up to thest but one of the stairs. Their


    eyes were parallel and tension filled her heart. She ced her small hand uneasily in hisrge one,


    and he held it tightly. Her heart tightened abruptly.


    "Yes! It''s beautiful!" His tone was ambiguous and wicked enough to make her heart tremble. "If today


    wasn''t your period, I''d press you hard under me ... and make love to you hard!"Text ? by N0ve/lDrama.Org.


    He ran the index finger of his other hand slowly across her lips, eliciting a shudder from her. Le


    raised her eyes in panic to find a wild gleam in his eyes.


    In his deep, provocative eyes, she saw her blushing little face, her restless eyes, and her trembling


    body.


    She took a deep breath. Suddenly, he wrapped his arms around her waist and she fell into his broad


    embrace. Le was startled and looked up immediately to meet his eyes, which were shing with a


    hint of anger. A shudder ran through Le and she stammered, "Mr. White, you''re hurting me."


    "You''re not allowed to dance with anyone else ever again, do you understand?" His eyes took on a


    complex look of anger, disgust, and ...


    There was always an inexplicable fear in her heart when she faced him, and she would tremble. She


    nodded her head. "Okay!"


    The thought of her rumba with Callum with her legs split so wide that her panties were showing made


    him want to strangle her.


    But he didn''t ask her to dance with him after all, as Le thought he would.


    The dance music was ying, but he reached out and turned it off. He hooked her around the waist


    and pressed her body towards his abdomen, letting her feel his cock.


    "We''re not dancing today. We''ll dance next time!" He whispered in her ear, panting roughly. Male breath


    sprayed against her ear. His eyes narrowed slightly like a wild animal''s. He held Le close to him and


    moved closer to her ear. His husky, low voice slowly reached her ears.


    Next time?


    Le got panicked.


    The next second, an unprecedented intimacy hit her mind. He had actually nibbled on her ear. Boom,


    she felt like her face was going to burn off!


    Luckily -


    His phone rang!


    Vincent looked a little sullen, even annoyed. Looking at the clothes she was wearing, his eyes


    inexplicably burned with a kind of fire, and finally, he pursed his lips and said viciously, "Change your


    clothes!"


    With that, he went to answer the phone. Le undressed again like a model on a catwalk and changed


    into conservative pajamas.


    After taking two days off, Le went back to work.


    Vincent had to travel early in the morning. When he left, he said he wouldn''t be back until three days


    later.


    Their rtionship seemed to be starting to take a subtle turn. He told her about his trip and warned her


    to stay out of Macey''s business.


    Le''s head ached again as she thought about her sister. How could she not care about her? She was


    her sister and her aunt''s only daughter. Moreover, her aunt had died trying to save her.


    Le couldn''t put her mind at ease after all. She called Macey at lunchtime to meet her at a restaurant


    they used to go to when they were just cousins.