The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Justin's handsome face stiffened. Stunned, Justin accidentally dropped the piece of chicken into the hot oil.

The hot oil splattered onto his hand and arm, the pain jolting him back to reality. He said awkwardly, "Hey, Drew."

"Judging by how you're always making innuendos, you must be really good in bed, huh?"

Drew sneered, craning his neck to peek into the oil pot. "Well, I'm not sure whether Bella, the little glutton, smelled this. But I definitely followed the scent here. It smells like something's burning." Justin was startled and finally realized the chicken pieces he had put in earlier were still in the pot.

He hurriedly grabbed the skimmer. However, when he retrieved the chicken pieces, they had turned dark brown.

Justin's eyes filled with frustration. He recalled Wyatt's harsh comments the first time he tried his cooking.

The words echoed in his ears like a haunting melody.

But there's no need to force yourself into areas you're not good at. If you end up with blisters

Drew took off his coat, rolled his sleeves up, and stood next to Justin. He bumped him aside with his hip. "Move over. Don't get

surprise. "Are you going to

on you, my sister would

angry because Drew was right. He had overestimated his

his watch, carefully timed it, and then stirred the oil. After a while, he took out the

to make it now?"

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got it in your head, but you don't actually know how to

and smiled wryly. "Drew, sometimes I need a bit of encouragement,

long eyelashes fluttered

Justin. "You'll

right too. If it weren't for Bella loving it who would bother with this messy and troublesome task? The smell of oil even sticks around for days! You Know, sometimes

gaze softened, a gentle smile playing on his lips. "It's alright. I'll do anything as long as Bella likes it. It doesn't matter how troublesome

Fried chicken! That smells so