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.

a few minutes, my stir-fry

my eyes and sniffed the air, greedy for the sweet aroma. "This smelles so good. I guess you aren't so bad, Chef

and made to step out from

quickly stopped him. "What are

from the grill area, "I'm taking your stir-fry to a table so you can eat." "What

eat first. We're

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

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

don't care. You have to anyway. You forced me

have

"With all pleasure."

and laughed over the grill as he made his own

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two bowl and refused my help when I

as he walked ahead of me. "I'm the chef, here to serve you," he finished as he dropped the bowls on the wooden

out my seat for

good sir," I

glad that I could reciprocate his efforts in making me comfortable by making him laugh. It

come to see Amie.

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

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

"I'll never tell."

and said dramatically, "You're