Scrambling to Be the Father of His Ex-Wife's Kid novel Chapter 42

"Not in the mood for noodles?” Seeing that I was still holding the fork, Theo frowned and asked with a displeased tone.

"That is not it. I will eat it right away.” After saying that, I lowered my head and ate two mouthfuls. My stomach was so uncomfortable that I almost wanted t o vomit several times. In the end, I forced myself to swallow it.

Theo took my noodle bowl and placed it away on the table. Without saying a word, he pulled me upstairs.

I panicked and struggled to say, "Theo, what are you doing? I have not finished yet...” Even though it was worse than taking medicine, I had to finish the food because he made it for me.

He still did not say anything. His face was grim.

"I did not mean to.” I said, trying to explain. "It is because I have not been feeling well for the last two days. I could not handle the sudden smell of oil. Let go of me. I can finish the noodles."

However, he was not interested in listening. He pushed me into the room. "Go in and change. I will take you out to eat.”

I was a little stunned. I initially thought that he was

angry, but I could not read him anymore... "I am not that hungry. I just want to eat a few more bites."

"I will wait for you downstairs." He was not listening t o me at all. His tone indicated that he would not take n o for an answer.

I had no choice but to change out of my home clothes and get into the car. Theo looked at me and said nothing. He started the car and drove down the mountain.

I thought that I ruined the mood today. He was kind enough to cook for me, but I ate the food as if I was eating sh*t. No one would be happy.

"Theo, please do not be angry. I am not complaining that you are not good at cooking." D*mn it. I just wanted to explain to clear the air, but I did not expect t o make things worse.

I closed my eyes in frustration.

"What do you want to eat?" Perhaps he found my appearance funny, but Theo turned to look at me. His expression was not as grim as before.

"Hotpot!” Seeing that he was not angry, I perked up.

He frowned again.

Theo had never liked spicy food, and he hated it when I ate spicy food. Before I got pregnant, I loved spicy food. In the past, in the rare times that we had a meal together, we would always end up unhappy because of our different food preferences.

"With clear soup, of course! I cannot eat spicy food," I quickly said.