Chapter 119 Expose
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Helen tensed up the moment she heard the question. Her expression shifted–slightly stiff, clearly uneasy.
“Oh, come on. Who else in this house even knows how to cook? If it’s not me, then who could it be?”
She didn’t understand why Teresa would ask something like that.
Did she suspect something?
Helen had always been careful–she only cooked when Teresa was out or made up an excuse to run errands and brought food back.
She thought she’d covered her tracks perfectly.
Teresa didn’t press any further; she simply said, “Tastes pretty good.”
After that, she walked out of the kitchen.
Only then did Helen’s pounding heart finally slow.
I knew it!
There’s no way I’d been found out.
Helen brought all the dishes over to the dining table. Teresa pulled out a chair and sat down. “Isn’t Linden home today? I thought he wasn’t going to the office.”
After some pondering, Helen said, “I’ve been busy in the kitchen all morning–I didn’t really notice.”
Teresa raised a brow and asked, “Busy all morning?”
Helen laughed lightly and explained, “Seafood’s kind of a hassle. Cleaning it takes forever, and then there’s all the chopping and prep work for the sides.”
In truth, she didn’t even know how to cook, let alone prepare seafood.
She was just parroting what her friends had said in conversation.
To avoid more questions, she added quickly, “Teresa, the crab’s just readily cooked. You should eat it while it’s hot. I’ll go get Linden to join us.”
Without waiting for a reply, she dashed upstairs toward Linden’s room, not giving Teresa a chance to ask anything else.
When she got there, the door was slightly ajar.
Through the crack, she saw Linden lying on the bed, playing a game on his phone. Helen gently pushed the door open. Smiling sweetly, she said, “Linden, it’s lunchtime.”
“Got it,” he replied without even glancing up, his eyes glued to the screen.
Helen stood there for a few seconds. When he showed no sign of moving, she walked inside and came over to the bed.
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Bending down, she reached out and tugged at his armi
“Come on. Your mom is waiting for us downstairs.”
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Linden finally looked up from his phone when he felt the soft, warm touch on his arm. His eyes landed on her face, so close to his, and then drifted downward–drawn to the glimpse of skin pecking from her neckline as she leaned forward.
His Adam’s apple shifted as he swallowed hard.
Helen noticed.
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