"Just don’t do anything." Matthew Saxon opened the car door and shoved her inside, "Instead of thinking about these things that haven’t happened yet, why not think about inviting to dinner again."
Bang—
He closed the car door, rubbed his temples, and stepped on the accelerator.
Scarlett Yates opened the car window, letting fresh air flow into the car.
She really didn’t like overly enclosed spaces.
"Why do I have to invite you again?"
Matthew glanced at her, "I didn’t get full."
Although he couldn’t bear to dampen Scarlett’s enthusiasm and accompanied her to eat hotpot, his least favorite, Matthew simply couldn’t pretend to be interested in food he didn’t love. Moreover, the dining environnt was less than ideal, leaving him completely lacking an appetite, so he rely had a few bites, which was equivalent to not eating.
"Didn’t get full?" Scarlett was montarily stunned, recalling that he indeed hadn’t eaten much. From start to finish, it was just her and Stella Nelson who ate heartily, especially Stella; whenever she went through a breakup, her appetite seed to double, ordering seven plates of spicy beef.
Scarlett pondered for a mont and asked, "So what do you want to eat?"
Before Matthew could respond, she quickly added, "I can’t afford anything too expensive."
Matthew seed to be concentrating seriously on driving, yet his peripheral vision caught her small signs of nervousness.
"Since you can’t afford it, just cook yourself." He contemplated for a mont and said earnestly.
"Cook myself??" Scarlett looked at him in surprise.
"What, you can’t cook?" Matthew turned his head to glance at her.
"I can, but there aren’t many dishes I know how to make."
And the taste isn’t great either. Well, for soone accustod to delicacies, my cooking skills probably wouldn’t be up to his standards.
Matthew raised an eyebrow as if making do just fine, smirking, "Then cook what you’re best at."
"You really want to cook for you?" Honestly, it’s been a long ti since I cooked for myself.
During school, I ate at the cafeteria, hardly ever having the chance to cook, so my already diocre culinary skills probably have deteriorated even further.
"You could also choose to treat to a proper al," Matthew smirked, his smile remarkably easy-going.
But this ease sent a shiver through Scarlett, who instantly decided, "Better to cook myself, clean and hygienic."
If he wants a proper al, I can’t afford it...
To satisfy his picky palate, after paying, I’d probably have to sell everything I own to cover the cost.
The issue seed settled, but Scarlett quickly recalled a problem and furrowed her brow, "But at this ti, all my roommates are back ho. It’s not very convenient to bring you, a man, along."
Matthew gazed ahead, silently taking out his phone and making a call.
Monts later, he hung up and turned back to Scarlett with a smile, "Now they’ve all got an urgent task and gone back to work, so no one else will disturb us."
Scarlett’s mouth twitched, "That’s a bit unscrupulous, don’t you think?"
Anyone could guess who he made that call to with their eyes closed.
The thought that her roommates, having worked all day and finally getting ho to rest, now had to return to the hospital because of soone’s selfishness...
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