True Love Waits

Chapter 1148 Cooking For Erica

"Hahaha," Erica giggled awkwardly. "Are you saying that I'm going to have to spend the rest of my life with you?"

Matthew's composure was as calm and monotonous as Erica's awkwardness. "Yes."

Erica was speechless. She retorted in a low voice, "I think you have been sent into my life to help me grow and develop into a better person." The thought wasn't exactly wrong. He had made her realize that someone could be as cold and domineering as he was. However, he changed the topic.

"For the last time, are you going to eat hot pot or not?" he asked.

Erica shook her head and boldly made a demand despite Matthew's gloomy face. "I want to eat some noodles, and I want you to make them for me!" 'Men like Matthew tend to be perfect. Even if they aren't they want to be. I haven't tasted his cooking yet, but he must be good,' she was thinking.

Casting a cold glance at her, Matthew replied, "Alright, but just this once."

"Deal!" Erica chuckled. But then...

"Hang on! Aren't you drunk? Are you sober enough to cook?"

A faint trace of emotion flashed through Matthew's eyes, but it was gone long before Erica could see it clearly. Then came the assurance which was not assuring enough. "You frightened me just now. So much that I got sober instantly."

"That's good! Now, go. Go cook something for me." She couldn't wait to taste something he made.

He stood up from the edge of the bed and heard her add, "Hey Matthew, you look dashing no matter what you wear! If you keep working hard, then maybe you will become the most handsome man ever! Maybe then even Aaron won't be able to hold a candle against you."

Her tone had been naughty, but Matthew merely began to take off his jacket with his back to her. Then he sneered, "I don't care!"

Erica rolled her eyes. 'Hum! Such an arrogant man!'

When he went downstairs, she followed him into the kitchen.

Before opening the walk-in fridge, which opened on the left side of the kitchen, he looked back at her. She was seemingly excited. He asked, "What are you doing here?"

"I am going to find something to eat before the noodles are ready. I know it can take a while." The fridge was at least twenty square meters large. Even if she didn't get something to eat there, it would still feel pretty great to see its magnitude.

last time she had visited his villa, she had wanted to see the fridge but then had forgotten about it completely when

fell silent and let

help but exclaim, "Wow!" It was so well stocked and Matthew had organized it remarkably

a quick glance at the stunned Erica, and asked with a frown, "What kind of noodles do you

Then she picked up a date and asked, "Can I eat these

think?" With that, he walked out into the kitchen, carrying a few things in

cook for her. She had thought it would be impossible. But the man had walked

It was impressive enough that he was going to cook for her. Thus, she would just ignore his unfriendly

out of the fridge with a can of

washing the pot, boiling

she picked another date from her palm and brought it to his lips. She passed a smile. "Chef Matthew, here, please have a

to the date in her mouth, he

Then she recovered. "Don't worry! Being exposed to

snapped;

those noodles for me, so I will ignore your attitude for now. But

his mouth to speak again, she

"Hahaha." She laughed triumphantly.

about to turn to the trash can and spat it out, Erica, who could sense his intention, spoke up. "Do you really despise me that much?" He gave up on the idea

worked, she continued, "I ate the date without washing my

her mouth and chuckled, "Hmm, so sweet! Where did you buy

his mouth, raised the kitchen knife and waved it in

from the sharp kitchen knife glared into her eyes. Erica was so scared that she almost swallowed the date in her mouth. She pleaded as she ran out, "Calm down! Don't forget you're

time she had finished those words. Only then

still engrossed in chopping the vegetables. Since his back was to her, she couldn't see if he had swallowed the date or spat it

finally behaved herself, she walked

a packet of ham, she said, "Hey, I can't believe you have... Huh? What kind of meat is that? Is

head. "It's called Iberian ham. If soaked in warm water first and then cooked with

absent-mindedly picked up the package he had torn off, and