Divorce Failed My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 542

In her worldview, it was simply a given that men handled the cooking.

Andres mused, "It reminds me of an old saying I read online. The way to a man's heart is through his stomach."

Maeve scoffed. "Do I look like the kind of desperate woman who would slave over a hot stove just to make a man look my way?"

Andres was momentarily rendered speechless.

Given her fierce independence, bending over backward to please someone else was genuinely outside the realm of possibility for her.

The arrival of Hans mercifully interrupted their banter.

When Hans found out that the evening's spread had been entirely prepared by the normally untouchable Mr. Andres, his jaw practically hit the floor.

"Mr. Andres, I've known you since we were kids, and I had no idea you were hiding this kind of culinary genius."

Even though the plates were mostly scraped clean, Hans could tell that a tremendous amount of care had gone into the meal.

Maeve looked genuinely puzzled.

"Hans, are you saying he didn't know how to cook before this?"

That didn't make sense. Every dish Andres had served tonight had been flawless in color, aroma, and taste.

Hans nodded in absolute seriousness. "He's been treated like royalty since birth. When would he ever need to set foot in a kitchen?"

Andres let out a sharp cough, shooting Hans a warning glare to shut up.

But Maeve's curiosity was already piqued. "If he didn't know how to cook, who made all of this?"

"I made it, of course," Andres interjected smoothly. "Maeve, you literally watched me working in there."

Hans suddenly snapped his fingers as a realization hit him.

"Wait, Boss! Those cookbooks that suddenly appeared on your desk... you were crash-coursing this, weren't you?"

"Why exactly are you here?" he asked icily.

That finally jogged Hans's memory. "Oh, right. I came to give you a work report."

Maeve waved them off. "Go handle your business. I'm going to catch up on the news."

Once they were in the study, Andres laid into him.

"Did you come here just to sabotage me?"

Hans smiled, looking entirely innocent. "Boss, couldn't you tell I was helping you?"

"Helping?" Andres scoffed. "Besides holding me back and throwing me under the bus, how exactly did you help?"

"When it comes to romance, Miss Vance isn't exactly the most sentimental person," Hans explained practically. "If you want her to know how you feel, you have to put it right in front of her face. You needed her to know that you've been working your fingers to the bone, learning to cook specifically for her."

Andres shot him a look of pure disdain. "You're single, and you're trying to give me relationship advice?"