Chapter 112 You Know How to Cook?


    When their eyes met, Gwenda saw the sly gleam in his eyes, causing her cheeks to turn redder than


    before.


    "Are you still going to say that you''re not blushing?"


    There was a faint smile on Olivier''s lips.


    "You..."


    Gwenda was furious.


    "Hmm?"


    Olivier''s voice was low.


    "Stop it. Let''s cook."


    Unable to counter his statement, Gwenda smacked his hand away and turned to grab the ingredients in


    the refrigerator.


    Olivier chuckled once more as he leaned down to whisper in her ear. "You look rather cute when you


    blush."


    Feeling his warm breath all over her ear, Gwenda froze on the spot as her body began to burn with


    embarrassment.


    Covering her ear, Gwenda looked up and red at him furiously, snarling. "Are you going to cook or


    not?"


    Olivier knew that if he provoked her again, she would definitely explode. So, he straightened up and


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    said with a smile, "Let''s begin."


    With that, he turned around and went to deal with the ingredients.


    It looked as if he had not teased her at all.


    Gazing at his silhouette, Gwenda gritted her teeth.


    That despicable a*shole...


    ...


    Having seen everything, Wendy snuck back to the garden and reported the situation to Mnie.


    "Grandmama, they''re flirting in the kitchen."


    "You did a good job!"


    Mnieughed and happily gave her a thumbs-up.


    "Of course! I didn''t read those novels for nothing."


    Wendy shifted into a thinking stance as she fantasised. "I wonder if the bedroom upstairs can be


    locked... If it can, we can just lock them in a bedroom. This way, they can have some time alone with


    each other in that private space. A guy and a girl alone in a private space, hehehe..."


    "What kind of nonsense novels do you usually read?"


    Mnie looked at her with a frown.


    A guy and a girl alone in a private space? What on earth was she hinting at?


    Was she allowed to read such inappropriate things?


    ...


    Wendy forced augh and exined, "Grandmama, the novels these days are pretty clean. There


    aren''t any nonsensical plots in those."


    "Really? Then how do you know so much?"


    Mnie eyed her sharply.


    Wendy rubbed her nose. "I''m just bullsh*tting. It''s nonsense."


    "Oh, you''d better be talking nonsense. If I find out that you''ve started a rtionship this young, I will tell


    your father and have him teach you a lesson!"


    Mnie said authoritatively.


    Wendy nodded repeatedly. "Don''t worry, grandmama. I won''t start a rtionship so early, I won''t..."


    ...


    ...


    Meanwhile, back in the kitchen, Olivier put the fish into the pan and began to fry it.


    Having nothing to do, Gwenda could only watch from the side.


    A little whileter, Olivier''s phone rang in his pocket. He nced at the fish in the pan and said to


    Gwenda, "Keep an eye on the stove. I''ll just be taking a call."


    "Okay."


    Gwenda nodded.


    Olivier answered the phone and left the kitchen.


    A few minutester, Gwenda saw that Olivier had not finished with his call. But at the same time, the


    fish could not be fried for too long. So, she had no choice but to pick up the spat and cook it herself.


    The following fishes were also fried by her.


    ...


    Ten minutester, Olivier returned to the kitchen after his call and saw Gwenda cooking the fish with


    proficiency, causing him to raise an eyebrow. He went up to her and asked, "You know how to cook?"


    Gwenda was startled and almost threw the spat to the floor.


    Fortunately, Olivier was fast, and he managed to catch the spat before it fell. He turned to look at


    her. "So, when I was at your apartment, you were lying to me when you said you didn''t know how to


    cook?"


    "I..."


    Gwenda felt so guilty that she did not dare look him in the eye.


    Olivier stared at her and got closer. "Did you lie to me because you did not want me to live at your


    ce long-term?"


    "No... I..."


    Gwenda did not know how to exin and kept retreating.


    Olivier did not intend to let her off like this and forced her into a corner. The lighting from above


    was blocked off by Olivier''s tall frame, turning his silhouette into a shadow thatpletely enshrouded


    Gwenda.


    Gwenda was so nervous that she was at a loss of what to do. She kept ncing over at the fish in the


    pan and said, "Erm... the fish is going to be burnt."


    Olivier went to turn off the stove and said, "Go on."


    "Wh— what do you want me to say?"


    Gwenda''s face was red as her chest heaved with anxiety.


    Seeing this, Olivier swallowed. "Why did you lie to me?"