When The Family Reads The Fake Heiress Mind

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Chapter 89 Too Many Surprises.

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Jean said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “We’ll cook together, of course! Ideally, you could do most of it–or better yet, all of it–so I can just lie down and relax.”

Easton raised a brow. “Can you even cook?”

Jean blinked. Actually, I can… but right now… yeah, I kinda wanna pretend I can’t…

The corners of Easton’s lips lifted in amusement. She can cook but doesn’t want to. What a lazy little girl.

“I don’t know how at all,” Easton admitted, voice light and even. His clear, deep eyes met hers, and Jean could see the calm glint swirling behind them.

And he wasn’t lying–Easton really didn’t know how to cook. He didn’t look like someone who did, and truth was, he’d never so much as tried.

But right then, for some reason, he felt bold.

“Still, I kind of want to give it a shot today,” he said with surprising seriousness.

He honestly wasn’t sure why he was doing this. It wasn’t like he enjoyed cooking–or had ever wanted to.

But watching Jean’s reaction, he suddenly felt this urge, like a big brother, to shoulder the task himself. Damn this impulse.

Ever since meeting Jean, Easton felt like something in him had shifted. His emotions, even his core, seemed to bend around her. He didn’t feel like himself anymore.

“You want to try?” Jean’s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of excitement lighting up her face. Great, great, I’m all for it! I’m not picky–I can eat anything as long as it’s not some unholy disaster. As long as I don’t have to do anything, what do I have to complain about? Unless… Easton tries to poison me….

That thought made her expression freeze just a little.

Of course, Easton picked up on that wild thought right away. She’s off in her own head again. Poison? Her imagination’s too much.

If he really wanted Jean dead, he had a thousand better, more subtle ways to do it. Poison was beneath him. Not even worth considering.

He didn’t respond; just turned and walked toward the kitchen.

Jean didn’t just sit back and relax–she followed right after him.

Mostly because… she felt the need to keep an eye on him. What if he really does mess with the food? You can never be too careful.

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let me know. I can assist

being polite. Please don’t actually ask me to

gave her a sideways smile and started gathering

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air around them suddenly spike in temperature. A

feels off…” Her brow furrowed, and she

fire! Flames were spreading out

came here to shoot a variety show, not burn down someone’s

set the place on fire?” Jean’s eyes

his twenties–how could someone his age be

and gave

my

he scratched

I’ll take care

of her, keeping her away from

She stayed right behind him, lex voice crisp and bright. “It’s fine–I’ll

already enjoying dinner, Jean

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two even

How did

adorable disaster duo–always

a fire and this happens. Hope he’s

babies, this is

crew just standing there filming? Can’t

“Plance holi tham! I’m

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cursed, huh? Everyone else

Easton. Poor guy,

this wasn’t Jean’s fault. Easton is

luck. They’re both victims–don’t take it

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