Chapter 161: Chapter 161: Cooking (Add more if there are over a thousand recommendation votes)
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She just had a misconception.
The paired decorations in the room made her mistakenly think that this man would be with her for a lifetime, almost forgetting Alexander Summers’ frivolous and dissolute nature.
People say that it’s wise for a rabbit to have three burrows, and such a house, he probably has many more elsewhere, even bigger and more luxurious than this villa! So, it’s nothing special!
In the end, she was just too inexperienced.
Alexander then led Purple Summers to the study, where the antique carved bookcase was somewhat empty, with only a few scattered books, but the computer and stationery were readily available.
This is where Purple Summers will review her lessons.
Purple Summers immediately announced that she needed to study and pushed Alexander out—
She just didn’t want to be with Alexander.
She didn’t want to be with him before, but today’s reluctance had a subtle hint of difference…
She felt somewhat embarrassed about her momentary delusion.
But she couldn’t stay in the study all the time, even if she wanted to, Alexander wouldn’t agree.
Purple Summers used the study’s computer to find a few practice test papers online, downloaded them, and did them casually to pass the time.
While doing the problems for a while, she faintly smelled the aroma of food.
Purple Summers was rather surprised, there were not other people here. Could it be that Alexander was cooking?
She went downstairs curiously and saw Alexander’s tall, majestic figure at a glance.
He was standing in the open kitchen, pan-frying steak. He was already extremely handsome, tall and elegant, with a graceful air. Even wearing an apron and holding a spatula, he looked very pleasing to the eye.
It was really enviable…
Handsome, powerful, and influential, and he could even cook!
Purple Summers secretly thought: What can’t Alexander do?
While thinking negatively, she saw Alexander put down the spatula, turned off the induction cooker, and took off the apron with one hand.
“Did you finish cooking?” Purple Summers poked her head out to take a look, wanting to see Alexander’s hard-earned results.
Alexander frowned slightly, as if annoyed, and said, “It’s burnt.”
Purple Summers:”…”
This…
…Well.
Alexander actually couldn’t cook.
It made sense. With Atra Blanc as such an attentive mother, where would Alexander ever need to learn to cook?
Purple Summers felt like laughing but held it in with her lips pressed together.
“Are you hungry?” Alexander asked as if everything was normal.
He burned the food but didn’t seem embarrassed at all. He walked over in a few steps, pulled Purple Summers into his arms, and placed his warm palm on her flattened stomach, as if carefully feeling her hunger.
“I’ll call Zack Wallace to have food delivered here,” he said.
“It’s not necessary, right? It’s such a long way. By the time it arrives, it will be night and driving in the mountains at night is very dangerous.”
Purple Summers thought it was not worth it, just for one meal when both of them had hands and feet. Why bother making someone else run this far at night?
Alexander pondered for a moment, rubbed Purple Summers’ head, and said, “Be good, go read a book, I’ll try again.”
With that, he tied on the apron again and walked to the double-door refrigerator.
He was going to cook for Purple Summers.
It seemed like the most natural thing to do, even though he didn’t know how to cook at all.
Purple Summers looked at Alexander’s back, inexplicably feeling warmed.
Although he was thoroughly wicked, nauseating, and…a pervert, when he was normal, he was both handsome and refined, gentle and meticulous, enough to make any woman fall for him.
He made Purple Summers feel that she was precious and unique.
Alexander opened the refrigerator door, frowning as he chose new ingredients, seriously contemplating how to make a nutritious and delicious dinner.
Looking at his focused expression, Purple Summers surprisingly found him somewhat adorable.
“Don’t waste the food anymore,” she took the onion from his hand, “I’ll cook dinner.”
Alexander raised his eyebrows slightly, “You?”
Purple Summers’ cheeks turned a light pink, well, the truth was that she wasn’t very good at cooking either….
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