Be Eaten Up with Love

Chapter 23: Stay with Me Tonight

Wayne Gilbert closed the car door, and he drove away the riverside.

After driving some distance, I suddenly found the car drove on the elevated road, “where are we going?”

“Stay with me tonight.”

“Oh...”

A quarter of an hour later, we arrived Wayne Gilbert’ villa.

On my first visit to the house of a mature man, I felt a little self-conscious. He seemed to be aware of my cautiousness and said immediately, “there is some fruit and drink in the refrigerator. I’ll take care of my work in the study. You can take a bath in the master bedroom. There’s a new bathrobe in the cloakroom. Of course, you can have a bath with me when I finish my work!”

I shook my head immediately. I was so ashamed to bathe with him.

He went into the study, and I went to the kitchen to get a bottle of water and have a few sips. Then, I relieved from my nervousness.

His villa was very big, with at least three or four hundred square meters upstairs and downstairs.

His villa's decorative style developed a school of his own, luxurious but not vulgar, classic and flamboyant, and elegant and noble. It was indescribable magnificence.

Especially when it came to the collectibles, artifacts, and the artists’ paintings displayed in the window, a casual one of them was sky-high price. Some poor people may not be able to afford to buy one in their whole life.

I knew Wayne Gilbert was rich, but the concept of rich men was too vague in my mind. Until I had seen the luxurious cars in his garage and the valuable collectibles in his house.

I suddenly realized, in a trance, that this man was super rich...

“He is one of the capitalists, and they exploit people like the vampires!” I said with resentful contempt, and then sitting on the sofa with legs crossed, I watched TV.

When Wayne Gilbert finished his busy work and came from the study, I was moved by the soap opera on TV, and burst into tears. I cried too much that my eyes were swollen, looking like the fish bubble eyes!

He walked over to me, looked at me strangely, and then took one more look at the soap opera. The hero and heroine kissed goodbye affectionately on TV.

“Why do you cry so much?”

“The plot is too heartbreaking. Women are made of water, and I just love to cry. I am not bionic women anyway!”

He turned off the TV and said, “don’t watch these stupid shows next time.”

As I was fascinated by the soap opera, I jumped to my feet after he turned off the TV, and I grabbed the remote control from his hand.

Wayne Gilbert was very tall, at least one meter eight, and I was one meter sixty-five, so it made me look short in front of him. I was grasped in his hand. This also allowed him to press me easily on the sofa before I could touch the remote control in his hand.

He half lying on my body, his deep eyes watched me, and I had fallen silent instantly...

“Lydia, I accompanied you to eat lobster previously, but you seemed to forget that I didn't have dinner. So go and cook me something to eat...” after he was finished, he rolled over and sat on the sofa, turned on the TV and switched to the finance channel.

I couldn’t react immediately. He did not seem to eat anything, and I looked at the phone. It was twelve o’clock.

I felt a little guilty suddenly!

I quickly got up from the sofa, and was ready to show off my skills in the kitchen. After all these years, the only thing I could do well was cooking. Even the ordinary ingredients could be turned into delicious food in my hands.

However, there was a saying: a competent man has no opportunity to show his talents. That would be me!

When I was into the kitchen, I found that, in addition to white rice, flour, eggs and a little green vegetables, there was nothing else! NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

Having no choice, I could only make noodles with flour and make the best use of the green vegetables. I picked and washed the green vegetables......

The delicious noodles were ready and the fragrance of the food greeted me.

After I brought the egg noodles to the table, I was busy to get chopsticks and spoon.

“Eat it while it’s hot. It doesn’t taste good when it’s cold!”

Wayne Gilbert looked at the egg noodles that I cooked on the table. He slowly took the chopsticks out of my hand, and tasted the egg noodles. He looked at me with praise, “unexpectedly, you are not

worthless. At least you are good at cooking.

I pursed my lips and declined to respond, “the ordinary citizen like me is self-sufficient and it is a living. I’m counting on my perfect cooking skills to marry a good man in the future. Doesn’t it mean to win a man’s heart by taking care of his stomach first?”