"Forget about it. With your poor cooking, I don't believe that you made all this food." Catherine snorted.
"I really made it myself. A few days ago, I learned how t o cook from a chef. Since you were the one who cooked for me back then, I'll be cooking for you from now onward. If you don't believe it, you can look at my hands..." Shaun stretched out all his fingers.
His originally neat fingers were now scarred. There were also calluses on his palms.
"It hurts.” Shaun blinked at her with his dark lashes. Coupled with his strikingly handsome face, any woman would probably sway at this sight of him.
However, Catherine did not sway at all. "As a man, you're grumbling about a little pain. Have you no shame? Wesley wouldn't do this."
Shaun was speechless.
His good mood was completely ruined after he heard the word 'Wesley'.
Catherine immediately started eating the breakfast without bothering to look at his stiff expression.
Despite harboring a grudge against him, she would not torture her stomach. If she got a stomach illness a s a result of hunger, she would not be able to enjoy
delicious food anymore.
"Does it taste good?" Shaun immediately asked with a look of anticipation.
Catherine nonchalantly glanced sideways at him. "It's just average. It's not as good as Wesley's cooking."
Shaun’s face darkened, and he warned severely, "I don’t want to hear the word 'Wesley' coming out from your mouth again.”
"What if I say it?" Catherine sneered at him. "Why?
You want to hurt me again, huh? Sure enough, your promises are a bunch of bullsh*t."
Shaun gnashed his teeth. She was taking advantage o f his weakness and going overboard. 1
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