Billionaire, Let's Divorce! by BELLA

Chapter 0263

"You can also grill the stir-fry yourself. Today, assume I'm the chef. You're the customer. So pick your Ingredients, my lady."

I couldn't help the giggle that bubbled up my throat. "You're insane." But I did pick out the ingredients.

"...meats," I murmured as I picked out the ingredients. "Lots of them. Veggies, an ample amount...

"Noted, ma'am."

I smiled as I continued to pick out my choice, "sauces, I explained how I wanted my sauce. "And seasonings!" I chirped as I selected the seasonings from a buffet-style spread.

"Your stir-fry will be ready in ten seconds!" He said as he moved the ingredients to the grill area where he would cook them on a large flat grill. He got to work and made quite a show of exaggerating every of his

move to impress and amuse me.

I gasped loudly, my eyes widened. "I thought the stir-fry will be ready immediately."

He chuckled. "If I could make that possible just for you, I would."

1 smiled, my heart warming at his efforts to make me feel better.

He had always been so good at putting a smile on my face and making me laugh. I briefly pondered on who usually laughed more whenever he was around.

Amie. Definitely Amie. Often times, I always find myself holding back my laughters and smiles and trying

my

damndest not to blush at his sweet natural incessant compliments.

few minutes, my stir-fry was

sniffed the air, greedy for the sweet

and made to step

stopped him.

He nodded toward the classic style seats and tables away from the grill area, "I'm

eat first.

I shook my head firmly, "that would not work. I'm not going to eat if

"Ana...I'm not hungry."

have to

chuckled, "Fine. But you'd have to pick out the

"With all pleasure."

laughed

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were done, he carried the two bowl and refused my help

the customer, remember?" He said as he walked ahead of me. "I'm the chef,

out my seat for me.

very good sir," I

small smile danced on my lips, glad that I could reciprocate his efforts in making me comfortable by making him laugh. It was the least I could do after how much help he had been in the short time he

come to see Amie.

of mine if you want," he said enthusiastically as he took his own seat. "Since you picked out the ingredients, I guess it's in your taste range, right?" He asked with a

my mouth as I thought about it. Not really, I had struggled to remember the foods that he often fook and tried to guess what he'd

"I'll never tell."

and said dramatically, "You're killing me this