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.

get your intention. But there's no need to force yourself into areas you're not good at. If you end up with blisters all over your hands, wouldn't

coat, rolled his sleeves up, and stood next to Justin. He bumped

widened in surprise. "Are you going to make

on you, my sister would only

did not get angry because Drew was right.

and then stirred the oil. After

do you know how to make it

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don't actually know how to do

sometimes I need a bit of encouragement,

long eyelashes fluttered

Justin.

of oil even sticks around for days! You Know, sometimes you shouldn't spoil her that much.

on his lips. "It's alright. I'll do anything as long as Bella likes it. It doesn't matter how troublesome the task is." "Hmph! I

chicken! That smells so