My Second Husband novel Chapter 1103

Culver had always had a problem.

That was, no matter what he was dealing with, he was extremely demanding. Just like before, when Naomi had not complied with his rules, he had gotten very angry.

For him, in many matters, one should do their best, otherwise, they should not attempt anything at all.

Therefore, the Olsen family had high expectations from him since he was a child, providing him with the best of the best.

They gave him the best food, the nicest clothing, the most expensive housing, and many more.

As a result, after he came out to live alone, his refrigerator would be filled with the best ingredients, such as top-notch steak.

He was not interested in the food of the common folk at all.

Back then, most of the chefs that Aaron had found had been chased away by him.

However, at the moment, he was intrigued by the fragrance coming from the kitchen.

Culver stood up and walked over. His large hands were still in his pockets as he quietly looked at the dishes.

They did not look particularly appetizing and were merely simple home-cooked dishes.

Naomi realized that he was looking at her, therefore she said impatiently.

Therefore, she said impatiently, "Mr. Olsen, aren't you hungry?"

Her words were full of sarcasm.

Naomi, who had just been flattering him moments ago, was behaving like so at the moment. She really was a cruel and merciless jinx.

Culver turned his head and said, "Who would want to eat your food?"

Naomi sat down unceremoniously and put on a fake smile.

"Then, I won't wait for you! I'll eat now."

After that, she picked up a small piece of ribs. The caramel-colored ribs were hot, with smoke rising slowly.

The barbecue sauce on it made it look extremely juicy. When she picked it up with her fork, the sauce dripped onto the table, making it look particularly appetizing.

She deliberately ate it like she was truly enjoying the food.

"It's so delicious! I didn't expect my cooking to have gotten better!"

Culver swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

He turned around and took a sip of his red wine.

When he got closer, the aroma became stronger, especially the one belonging to the pan fried chicken that had been placed next to the red wine.

The chicken dish was a little different from what he usually saw. The color was beige and the meat looked tender.

Culver could not hold back anymore.

He coughed slightly and suddenly launched an attack at Naomi.

"You used my kitchen just now, right?"

Naomi was taken aback and said, "That's right!"

"Our agreement was that we should not touch each other's things. Now that you've used my kitchen without permission, you've breached our agreement."

"What?" Naomi was baffled.

"That doesn't make sense! We agreed not to touch each other's things, but you told me to live here! I live here now, and if I don't use the kitchen, do you want me to starve to death?"

"That's not true! You should have at least asked for my permission first. You didn't ask me, therefore it's your fault! You've breached our agreement."

What was this man talking about?!

This d*mned Culver!

Naomi thought to herself, "If you want to eat, just say so. How arrogant!"

Naomi silently cursed in her heart and then said with a faint smile, "What do you mean by that then, Mr. Olsen?"

Culver did not say a word. The corners of his lips curled into a smile.

"I didn't mean anything by that. I'm just talking about the agreement we made."

Naomi was rendered speechless.

Initially, she had thought about playing a trick on him.

However, Culver would not fall into her traps at all! His logic was terrifyingly thorough. In the end, she was the one who had to take the initiative to invite him to eat.

She was furious, but since she was labelled as an a*shole already, she could not let her efforts go to waste, could she?

Naomi took a deep breath and decided to be generous. She did not get angry with Culver for once.

She turned around and went to the kitchen to take another set of cutlery.

"Alright, let's eat!"