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.

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

and let her

were opened, Erica couldn't help but exclaim, "Wow!" It was so well stocked and Matthew had organized it remarkably well. Organic vegetables, fresh fruits, drinks, and various other assortment of food and drinks were set up in their

a quick glance at the stunned Erica, and asked with a frown, "What

said, "Whatever you cook." Then she picked up a date and asked, "Can I eat

you think?" With that, he walked out into the kitchen,

mind his attitude. She was still stunned at how unbelievably quick he had been at agreeing to cook for her. She had thought it would be impossible. But the man had walked right into the

signing documents. It was impressive enough that he was going to cook for her. Thus, she would

a while, Erica came ambling out of the fridge with

stopped near the man who was skillfully washing the pot, boiling water and chopping

him while chewing a date. Then she picked another date from her palm and brought it to his lips. She passed a smile. "Chef Matthew,

was bulging due to the date in her mouth, he asked,

hadn't. Then she recovered. "Don't worry! Being exposed to germs will help

me!" he snapped; the man was

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

As soon as he opened his mouth to speak again,

"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 of spitting it

the date without washing my hands

chuckled, "Hmm, so sweet! Where did you buy them?

left side of his mouth, raised the kitchen

so scared that she almost swallowed the

by the time she had finished those words.

chopping the vegetables. Since his back was to her, she couldn't see if he had swallowed the

had finally behaved herself, she walked into the kitchen several minutes later

said, "Hey, I can't believe you have... Huh? What kind of meat is that? Is there only a single slice in

"It's called Iberian ham. If soaked in warm water first and then cooked with fresh tomatoes, it

ham?' Erica was curious. She absent-mindedly picked up the package he had torn off, and put an imported cherry into his mouth with