A Love Trap novel Chapter 391

"Yes. I can be assured now. It will be better if I can have a great-grandson soon. Then, I'll be more relieved and contented."

Porter drew back his lips as he grinned and said, "You're right, Mr. Lu. You can be at ease that Mrs. Ashley will be able to give birth to a great-grandson for you."

After they returned to the villa, Ashley and Andrew spent the entire afternoon in the there.

They were going to work the next day.

A faint afterglow escaped from in-between the curtains. The aroma of the food prepared by Ashley drifted through the air while a warm atmosphere enveloped the two as they had their dinner. After she took her shower, Ashley remembered Amaia asking to be taught how to cook.

The light from the chatbox glowed against her face as she pondered over which recipe would be easy enough for a beginner. It wasn't too long before she settled for scrambled eggs with tomatoes. A simple, light, and hearty dish.

Amaia had never tried to cook anything before. And so, Ashley wrote down everything clearly. She included the necessary ingredients and even a step by step procedure. It was detailed to how much oil to use and how much salt to add.

Ashley made sure nothing was missing and confirmed all the details before she sent it to Amaia.

Amaia quickly replied to her with a question mark.

"Didn't you mention it before? About how you wanted to learn how to cook? I wrote down the ingredients you needed and the instructions how to actually cook it. Just do it as I've written."

"Okay," said Amaia.

After a while, no messages came from Amaia. She must have followed Ashley's advice down to a tee.

Without much thought, Ashley logged in to her Weibo and browsed through it.

As Ashley laughed her heart out from watching hilarious videos, a message finally came from Amaia.

Ashley immediately stopped browsing Weibo and instantly opened her WeChat.

Amaia had sent her a photo.

Ashley wondered if Amaia had finished cooking.

'It seems that Amaia has a knack in cooking, ' surmised Ashley. When her eyes laid on the photo, she realized she overestimated her good friend's skill.

A single photo grabbed the attention of her curious eyes. A kitchen. It was a photo of a kitchen. However, the said kitchen seemed to have changed and was beyond recognition.

Well, almost beyond recognition. If it wasn't for the cooking utensils she recognized, Ashley would probably wonder whose kitchen it was.

The whole place was messy. Several unidentified objects were strewn everywhere. Whether it was the floor or the counter-top, there were objects randomly placed. It looked charred and indistinguishable.

"What happened? Did you intend for the kitchen to be in ruins?" inquired Ashley.

Ashley reviewed everything she sent to Amaia in her mind and thought that she had written everything carefully. It was also clearly indicated how many milliliters of oil and how many teaspoons of salt she needed. Ashley was dumbfounded. She wondered how and why Amaia could fail with such a simple recipe.

"I don't know what happened. I just did as you said. I never expected that it would end this way," said Amaia. At the end of her message, a desolate crying emoji was left.

Ashley couldn't help chuckling.

'Why is Amaia so lovely?' thought Ashley.

"Well, well, never mind. I will teach you again later. You'd better clean up the kitchen now. Oh, no. Let it be. Is there anyone else at home? You can ask them to help you clean up the kitchen. I'm afraid you'll only make it worse and further ruin it," joked Ashley.

An angry emoji was immediately sent her way.

The sight of Ashley laughing happily on the bed welcomed Andrew after an exhausting day in the company dealing with everything.

"What's making you laugh?" he asked.

Ashley put her mobile phone away as she did her best to put on a serious air and replied, "Nothing." She didn't want to share Amaia's embarrassing moment with anyone else.

It went unnoticed to her that Andrew's eyes narrowed down in dissatisfaction with her reply.

He couldn't stand that Ashley hid something from him.