Chapter 45


    Sharon sniffed and immediately changed her mind. "Hazel, what does Stanley like? I pissed him off


    last night, and I don''t know if he has cooled down tonight."


    "Madam, don''t take it to heart. He won''t angry at you for long."


    Hazel''s eyes darted around, she paused for a moment, and said, "What does he like? Well, let me


    think about it. Oh yes, he likes frogs."


    In fact, Stanley was afraid of frogs.


    The brave and bold Stanley Jones was afraid of the frog.


    Sharon raised her eyebrows. "He likes that?"


    "Yes."


    Hazel thought that if Sharon could catch one, Stanley would definitely freak out when he saw it and


    they would bicker. As they mingled on that issue, they would have more interactions, thus


    minimizing the gap between them.


    Sharon looked outside. The vi area was not in the downtown area, so it was quiet and exclusive.


    At this time in summer, she could actually hear the cry of some insects.


    "There are frogs outside. Why don''t I catch one?" Sharon said hesitantly.


    "Okay, okay!"


    Hazel immediately got up and said, "I''ll get you a shlight."


    Sharon shrieked, "What!"


    She felt as if Hazel had dug a trap and deliberately lured her to jump into it.


    When Stanley came back, the living room was empty. The women''s shoes at the door were covered


    with dirt. It was Sharon''s. He didn''t know what she had done.


    He frowned, took off his leather shoes, and walked in.


    Hearing the noise, Hazel saw himing in and was surprised. "Young Master, you''re back."


    "Where is she?"


    "Madam is taking a shower upstairs. Young Master,e in quickly. She had spent several hours in


    the kitchen, cooking up a storm. She has been waiting for you toe back and taste her food."


    Stanley''s mind flickered as he asked, "Did she cook all these by herself?"


    "Yes! I offered to help, but she didn''t let me." Hazel blurted, "She insisted on doing it herself


    because it was more sincere in cooking her home- made food, so I didn''t help."


    He came to the dining room and looked at the table. There were three main dishes and one bowl of


    soup, which looked exceptionally delicious but he wondered how they tasted.


    Hazel took the silverware and said, "Have a taste, Young Master."


    Stanley pulled out a chair and sat down. He took over the silverware and gracefully took a sip of


    soup. The taste spread from the tip of his tongue and passed into every cell of his body.


    It tasted rather delicious.


    His eyes were filled with warmth and his long eyshes hung down as he continued to taste other


    dishes.


    Hazel said, "Madam is very good at cooking. I heard that she began to cook when she was


    studying, so maybe that''s when she started to learn to cook and became good at it."


    As she spoke, there were footsteps on the stairs, and Sharon came down.


    Stanley lifted his deep eyes and looked at the slim figure on the stairs.


    Sharon didn''t expect that he woulde back so suddenly and was eating the food she made. She


    stood there for a while, stunned.


    "Come here!"


    Stanley said as he fixed his gaze on her.


    Sharon took small steps forward and asked, "Why?"


    "Did you cook all these?"


    "Yes." Sharon nodded. She started to feel nervous all of a sudden. "Uh, is it delicious?"


    Stanley donned an indifferent expression.


    "Not bad."


    Sharon curled her lips.


    She had spent two to three hours going to the supermarket, preparing, and cooking the dishes, and


    all she received was "not bad". She was a little unhappy with the review.


    Stanley who had said his short review went silent and started eating the dinner casually with his


    head hung low. No one could tell what he was thinking.


    Sharon stood by the dining table, and Hazel kept signaling her with her eyes, gesturing her to offer


    an olive branch to Stanley. Sharon opened her mouth several times and wanted to something, but


    she didn''t know what to say, and in the end, she remained silent.


    There was no other sound in the dining room for the next half an hour except the shing sound of


    the silverware.


    A momentter, Stanley put down the silverware, took the paper towel to wipe his mouth, pushed


    the chair away, and got up to go upstairs. "I have something to take care of."


    Then he went to the second floor.


    Watching his figure disappear, Sharon shifted her gaze to the table and eximed in shock, "Did he


    finish all of them?"


    Hazel smiled and said, "Madam, you are very good at cooking, and Young Master has a good


    appetite. I don''t need to worry about his meals again in the future."


    Sharon was a little shocked. The man justmented "not bad" about her food but he had eaten


    up all the dishes on the table.


    Could his digestive system take it after eating so much?


    "Hurry, go upstairs, and talk to the him for a while. Men are very easy to beforted. They won''t


    be angry after you say a few nice words."


    Sharon replied with a hum, hesitated for a moment, and finally slowly went upstairs.


    In the study.


    Standing by the window, Stanley fixed his dark eyes at the dark night view outside as he put his


    palm on his stomach, his eyebrows furrowing.


    "Knock, knock..."


    There was a knock on the door.


    Stanley sat back in his chair and asked in a low voice, "What''s the matter?"


    The door was pushed open and a head poked in. It was Sharon.


    "Uh, do you want to eat some fruits? I took some fruit from downstairs..."


    Sharon said as she walked inside.


    Stanley had no expression on his face. "No, take it away!"


    Sharon replied with an awkward hum and hastily put the fruit aside. She wanted to turn around and


    leave, but she gritted her teeth and thought, Tve done so much today. I should at least ask him if he


    is still angry or not, right?"


    With this thought, she came to the desk and asked with a smile, "Do you like the food I cook


    tonight?"


    Stanley narrowed his sharp eyes. "Why?"


    "Ahem, nothing, but..."


    "If you have nothing to say, get out!"


    "Hiss..."


    Sharon was so irritated by his response that she took a deep breath.


    "I know I pissed you offst night that you must still be angry about it, so I specially studied the


    recipes all afternoon and cooked you a storm as an apology... 1-1 also prepared a small gift to make


    you happy."


    Did she piss him offst night?


    Was she talking about the slippers'' incident?


    He had long forgotten about that kind of trivial thing. He was not a petty person, and he would not


    take that kind of thing seriously.


    Indeed, he was unhappy, but it was not because of trivial things like the slippers.


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    Arching his eyebrows, he was curious and a little excited when he heard her remark. "A gift? What


    gift?"


    Sharon cleared her throat and said, "Close your eyes."


    "I won''t, and give it to me now." He was as domineering as always.


    "Just close them. I want to give you a surprise."


    Was she acting coquettishly in front of him?


    Stanley narrowed his eyes slightly and gradually softened down. "Only this once."


    Sharon nodded repeatedly. "Okay, okay."


    As he gently closed his eyes, Sharon nervously walked over, wondering whether he would like it or


    not. She was surprised when Hazel told her that he liked this thing, and felt that his preferences


    were quite odd and scary.


    Hence, she was rather anxious at this moment.


    As she approached him, she was amazed, realizing how long and beautiful his eyshes were.


    They were so long she was jealous.