Villains Act Shamelessly: The Heiress was the Great National Master! Chapter 186: This Man Never Follows the Beaten Path

Thea Shaw said, "I wasn’t watching anything."

It’s quite strange.

Thea Shaw always knew there was sothing like having an eye for people, but she’s always been easygoing, treating everyone with tolerance.

Yet, there’s never been a person—soone she had never seen before and indeed had no quarrel with—who made her feel that they had a punchable face.

This is so inappropriate, Thea didn’t have the nerve to say it out loud.

Just like how she finds Clara Tate unpleasing to the eye, that was based on the matter with Julia Wyatt.

She wouldn’t usually find soone unpleasing in a crowd, but just now, that young man was the exception breaking that feeling.

I’ve never seen you before, but I really find you annoying.

Ugh—

Thea vaguely felt that this thought was unacceptable.

Landon Ford glanced at her, unable to resist stretching out his hand to rub Thea’s cheeks.

After they left, from behind the house beneath the stairs, the young man silently watched Landon and Thea as they got into the sports car and then arrogantly drove away.

At that mont, in his eyes, a spark ignited that’s never been there before.

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Landon Ford bought a large flat near the company, on the top floor.

The top floor also has a garden, all of which belongs to Landon’s territory.

The house is very tall, and Thea was grateful she didn’t have a fear of heights.

The interior decoration suited Landon’s personality, with most of the furniture in cold black and gray tones, seemingly unfit for ordinary residency.

The dining area probably belonged to the living room, with the entire area opened up; you could run hundreds of ters back and forth.

Landon turned on the living room TV: "Watch so TV, I’m going to cook."

Seeing him carrying a large pile of food, Thea had a rare pang of conscience: "Do you need any help?"

Landon: "Are you genuinely saying this?"

Thea: "Not quite sincerely."

Can’t cook and dislike are different concepts; Thea just doesn’t like cooking.

Back in the hotown, she was naturally not fond of cooking and only occasionally helped Mrs. Blair with household chores.

Mrs. Blair once joked, saying if you don’t like cooking, what will happen when you’re married off?

Mr. Shaw’s view was much simpler: "Just find soone who can cook; why must she cook?"

Indeed.

At the ti, Thea strongly agreed.

Upon hearing Thea say this, Landon snorted lightly: "Not asking you to help, just wait and eat."

So Thea cheerfully watched TV, waiting to be fed by Landon.

Landon learned by watching cooking videos; initially, Thea worried he’d ss up, but after a while, a fragrant aroma wafted over.

Anyway, the sll was quite nice.

When the dishes were finally served, Thea’s worries instantly vanished.

Never would have imagined that Landon’s culinary skills were actually quite good!

Eating the food Landon prepared, Thea didn’t hold back in her exaggeration: "Didn’t expect your cooking to be so delicious."

Landon was pleased by her complint, thinking this al wasn’t made in vain; visibly delighted: "As long as you know it’s good, you’re the second person to eat my cooking."

There was a mont of stagnation for Thea.

Noticing this, Landon laughed: "Did you think I was going to say you’re the first?"

Thea honestly nodded: "I did."

How was she to know that from beginning to end, Landon wouldn’t follow the usual pattern.

Landon found Thea both amusing and honest, said: "I once cooked for my grandfather after learning to cook."

But now the old man is in a nursing ho, eating als prepared by a nutritionist, so there’s no need for Landon to worry about these things.