Chapter 32 - Suitors Lining Up Till Eiffel Tower (1/2)

She tilted her head to the side and from the corner of her eyes, she looked at the mess she created.

The oil…she had almost forgotten than the oil was already hot by the time she poured the seventh egg on it.

And because she dropped it from a height, the oil splattered everywhere.

If she was still standing there…. she would have burnt herself by now with blisters being the bonus.

She was speechless. How could she lose her sense of science just because of a few eggs? Did she really think that the egg would land itself on the frying pan in slow motion, all the while going against the concept of gravity?

As the sizzling sound of the oil decreased, the man's grip on her body loosened.

But their bodies were still as close, sticking together.

Behind him was a small window and she could see a blanket of snow all around the place till the distance.

As he tilted his head downwards to look at her, the gold flecks in his chestnut-shaded eyes shined under the warm lighting of the kitchen.

'Seems like I misunderstood him. He is not that cruel afterall….'

Her thoughts were interrupted when the man opened his mouth, ”Who knows if you will file a case of domestic violence.”

”_'' So, he thought I'll file a case against him after burning myself in the kitchen and make them believe that it was him who did it.

She took a few steps away from him in disbelief.

Was she that immoral?

Although, right now, the idea didn't seem that bad. Sending this arrogant man behind the bars… tsk…how satisfying would it be!

She caressed her stomach which growled in hunger.

But cooking…didn't seem to like her that much.

She glanced at the man who has already started his cooking on the neat side of the kitchen.

Should she…. No, she would rather drink water to fill her stomach than begging him for food.

Her stomach growled in protest.

She gulped.

”You… Can you share your meal with me?” Closing her eyes, she braced herself for it.

The man didn't respond.

Yu Mei pursed her lips before washing her face with cold water, cleaning the egg white sticking to her face.

As she turned the faucet off, she stroked her bulging belly. Dear, you have to go on a diet today. Please bear with it.

Sighing to herself, she dragged her body to walk out of the kitchen.

”Didn't you say you are a cooking expert?” The man's voice stopped her in her tracks.

”My skills got a little rusty,” Her lips twitched at her lie, ”Anyway, since you won't be sharing your food with me, don't talk to me.”

Just as she was about to take a step, he spoke up again, ”I… can share it with you.”