Chapter 297:

When Kristopher pocketed his phone and returned to the villa, Belinda and Marc were already seated at the dining table, enjoying a meal.

Marc, sitting slightly to the side of Belinda, was enthusiastically slurping noodles. He lavished praise on her culinary skills, exclaiming, “Miss Nelson, this bowl of noodles is the best I’ve had in years! I’ve only ever seen you prepare breakfast for Mr. Cox, and while it looked appealing, I never imagined it would taste this exquisite!”

Somewhat flustered by the continuous compliments, Belinda responded, “If you really enjoy it, I’d be happy to make it for you again sometime.”

Marc’s response was nothing new. He was the fourth person, following Madisyn, Joyce, and Anthony, to acclaim her cooking.

Her offer immediately lit up Marc’s eyes. “Really? Can I look forward to more in the future? It’s so…”

Before Marc could finish his words, he was abruptly interrupted. “Enough with the chatter,” a deep male voice interjected from behind them, adding with a touch of irritation, “You never stop talking, even while eating noodles.”

Marc quickly bowed his head and fell silent, instinctively scooting his chair to the side to clear a space for

raised an eyebrow but remained silent as he

noodles before him had gotten cold, which was less than ideal

Kristopher’s displeased look at the cooled noodles, Belinda suggested, “Would you like me to warm them up

Kristopher pushed the

attitude caused Belinda to frown

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Now, despite their divorce, he seemed

still as she caught his expectant look. Kristopher looked up at her and

appeared genuinely confused, clearly unable to understand

paused and then let out a

the previous night and had suffered injuries as a result. She felt that assisting him now was not too much to ask. But internally, she vowed this would be the last

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