Whirlwind Marriage: My Possessive CEO's Undying Pampering Chapter 487: Cooking

PM, at the dining table.

Several dishes: Braised Pork, Tomato Egg Soup, Hand-Shredded Cabbage.

She hadn’t cooked in a long ti, but tonight the dishes seed to look decent.

Due to being overstimulated by his second personality, she had temporary amnesia, forgetting that bitter period.

Even the sweet tis with him before were forgotten.

So, she no longer rembered eting him for the first ti when he made her a dish, Dragon King’s Night Feast. She loved shrimp and crab, but now that she’s pregnant, she can’t eat them anymore.

"Honey, it’s ti to eat."

She sat down, looked at him, and called out.

Because of her amnesia, she also didn’t rember stabbing herself in the chest with a knife, and now he was still hurt.

But it’s all right; she didn’t rember.

If she rembered, would she hate ’him’ for tornting her during that ti, would she feel guilty...

She really did stab him in the heart with a knife.

The man she loved, her husband...

"Hmm." Lucas Knight indeed held the docunts in his hand. Because of recuperating these days, the files from the Presidential Mansion were all sent to the Nightfall Palace by his subordinates.

He had temporarily decided to co and accompany her, so he brought so urgent docunts along.

While she was cooking in the kitchen, he was handling docunts, occasionally glancing at her, with an untraceable worry hidden in his sharp eyes.

It seed he was genuinely afraid she might clumsily burn the kitchen down?

Burning down the kitchen was a minor issue; the concern was if she got hurt, along with the little buns in her belly, a pair of them indeed.

If she knew she was carrying a pair of little buns, would she be too excited to sleep?

He got up, walked over, and took a seat.

His deep, narrow eyes glanced at the dishes on the table... These were worlds apart from what he usually ate, yet he did not despise them.

He picked up his chopsticks, took a piece of braised pork, put it in his mouth, chewed a few tis, mmm, it was a bit too sweet.

"Mr. President, is it delicious?" she asked curiously from across the table.

"What did you call ?" he asked.

"Hubby," she promptly corrected herself. Does he have to be so domineering?

She felt that since they were divorced, calling him hubby might make her seem too unreserved?

However, he seed to really like her calling him that?

"Hmm." He seed quite pleased, "Good, next ti don’t get it wrong, hmm?" Otherwise, ’the family law will serve.’

"..." All right, he was really domineering, she blushed, kept her head down eating, not looking at him, because his gaze seed a bit intense.

Eva Nightingale chewed the at, it felt okay, just a bit too much sugar...

But it appeared he didn’t seem to mind?

After the al.

Eva cleaned the dishes and ca out of the kitchen, he was still sitting in the living room, showing no intention of leaving.

Eva: "..."

So, is Mr. President planning to spend the night here?

"Have you seen enough?" The man suddenly put down the file in his hand, looked over at her, then stretched out his long arms, motioning for her to co into his embrace.

"How, how did you know I was looking at you?" He seed to be engrossed in the file, so how did he know she was watching him?

However.

He did not answer her question.

Eva was dazed: "Mr. President, it’s dark now, you should go back."

She thought a lot.

Currently, she and he were not married, so it’s better to keep a distance?

Was her tone a way to drive him away?

His face darkened: "Wifey, are you trying to send away?"