"Wait a second," Jared Quinn’s hand half embraced her as they walked to the kitchen.
The butler, who had been hiding in the shadows, stumbled and almost knocked out his own teeth, holding a software for video recording.
I wonder what Old Master Quinn would think upon seeing this?
In the kitchen, lody Thorne was led all the way in. With previous experiences and Jared Quinn’s penchant for trying new positions, her face turned increasingly red, yet she didn’t know how to refuse...
Just two steps into the kitchen, Jared Quinn stopped her and walked toward the fridge, taking out a plate of shrimp. It was prepped, and it was lody Thorne’s favorite.
"What are you doing?" lody Thorne reacted late, her eyes fixed on the plate of shrimp in his hand.
The kitchen lights reflected off Jared Quinn’s rugged, sharp features. He turned his head only to see lody Thorne staring at him, her face full of coyness...
That expression was like when he did that kind of thing with her. Jared’s teasing gaze fell on her, reminding her kindly, "It’s not what you think."
Her body is frail, so even when he wants to be with her, he restrains himself.
lody Thorne’s skin was fair, so any hint of blush would be quite conspicuous, making her appear openly exposed at this mont.
"I didn’t, I wasn’t thinking about anything," lody Thorne lifted her exquisitely porcelain chin, denying with all her might, as if soone had hit the nail on the head.
"Yeah, sure," Jared Quinn’s crimson lips curled into a smile, his large hands expertly cleaning the crystal shrimp, and surprisingly knowing to add salt, cooking wine, MSG, egg white, etc...
lody Thorne stared at him as if she were looking at a stranger.
Is he planning to cook? That’s unimaginable. Jared Quinn cooking...
That’s scarier than the arrival of the apocalypse.
In the next second, her thoughts were confird. Jared Quinn added oil after those condints, not just a little, but a lot. Judging by his approach, that plate of shrimp would beco deep-fried.
"Wait," lody Thorne snatched the shrimp from him as he was about to pour it, also taking the cooking spatula from his hand. She took out much of the oil before adding the shrimp...
Jared’s deep and formidable face showed a trace of stiffness. The book said to add oil first before stir-frying, but it didn’t specify how much, so he poured a whole small bottle in...
Cooking truly is a complicated affair.
lody Thorne raised her hand, unable to hold back a chuckle, "Jared Quinn, were you trying to make shrimp for to eat?"
"No," he turned his perfect profile towards her, his cold eyes gazing out the window.
lody Thorne’s lips curved, "So, are you planning to make it for Timmy to eat?"
Jared pressed his lips in silence; making it for the kid? Unlikely.
"Next ti, I’ll definitely do better," Jared Quinn’s hands wrapped around her from behind, his chin resting on her neck, another large hand covering her small hand that was stir-frying, guiding her through the motions.
lody Thorne tilted her head slightly, leaned forward, kissed Jared Quinn on his lips quickly, then withdrew, her heart pounding.
She probably didn’t expect Jared Quinn would learn to enter the kitchen he always disdained, for her.
The lofty and noble man had beco so down-to-earth at this mont...
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