Attracted By My Ex-wife novel Chapter 84

Anne looked at the man in front of her and rolled her eyes. She couldn't help herself but complain in her heart, Was this man crazy? Did he wait in her room for her to wake up, so they could have dinner together?

She knew it was ridiculous of her to think this way. However, if Kevin really appeared in her room for this sole reason, then he must be out of his mind.

She was already hungry, so she shook her and decided not to think about the reason why he was in her room.

Her priority at the moment was to fill her stomach. She didn't mind getting hungry but she didn't have the heart to starve the baby in her belly.

She got out of her bed and followed Kevin to the dining room. It was already late in the evening, and all the servants and chefs had already gone to bed.

She looked around the kitchen and sighed helplessly when she found out that there was no ready-made food that could ease her hunger.

It was ironic because in that fancy kitchen, except for some fresh ingredients, there was nothing that could fill her stomach.

She heaved a sigh again. It seemed that she had to cook something herself. Otherwise, she would starve until dawn, and there was no way she could endure that.

She took a quick look inside the fridge, but she was disappointed when she realized that most of them were imported from abroad. She had never seen such ingredients, let alone made them into something she could eat.

She hesitated for a moment and finally took out two tomatoes, a couple of eggs, and noodles that she pulled out from the pantry.

She rolled up her sleeves and was about to cook when she realized that Kevin was there with her. He was standing just a few paces away from her. Even though she didn't like the man at all, it would be awkward if he just stood there and watched her eat alone later.

"Are you hungry? Would you like to have some too?" she asked carefully; her eyes weren't as cold as usual.

"Okay," Kevin replied with a lazy voice.

"Alright, just wait for a bit. It'll be ready soon."

Anne started to cook the noodles while he sat by the table and watched her cook.

As he observed her every move, for some reason, he found her charming while she was cooking. Just the idea that a woman was in his kitchen and was preparing midnight snacks for him made him feel warm inside. This was something he hadn't felt before.

Anne finished her task after half an hour. She put the bowls of noodles on the table and handed one of the bowls to Kevin.

"This is the dinner you prepared for such a long time?"

he asked with dissatisfaction. He frowned and stared at the noodles in his bowl. Since childhood, he had never had such a simple supper.

"I'm not familiar with many of the ingredients in the fridge and it's already late. I don't have much time to prepare something grand. If you don't want to eat, then suit yourself."

His ungratefulness fumed her a little. She cooked a bowl of noodles for him out of kindness, but all he could do was stare at the food with disgusted eyes.

Anne stretched out her hands and tried to take the noodles back, but Kevin, who had sharp eyes and agile hands, quickly moved the bowl away from her.

"Mr. Kevin, I thought you didn't want to eat such a simple dinner?" she asked sarcastically. The corners of her mouth twitched at his antics.

"I never said that I didn't want to eat it," he retorted confidently. Anne's mockery failed to embarrass him.

What an indecisive man!

Anne couldn't help but be speechless at how contradicting his personality was. He was obviously disgusted, and yet he insisted on eating the food.

Her stomach growled and hunger came again. She decided not to argue with Kevin anymore, so she lowered her head and began to eat.

She quickly ate her food, and comfort overwhelmed her when the hunger disappeared.

A wistful smile appeared on Kevin's lips when he saw her eating heartily. As if that was his cue, he proceeded to eat his meal.

He ate the noodles quickly but he didn't gobble them up. Instead, the way he ate exuded a sense of refined elegance.

He picked up a napkin and wiped his mouth gracefully after he had finished all the noodles and drank the soup.

"Don't put scallion in the noodles next time. I don't like it!" His indifferent tone made it seem like this kind of conversation was a usual thing for them.

Anne stopped in the middle of her meal, stunned by his words. 'Next time? What is he trying to say? Does it mean that I would cook noodles for him again in the future?

What did he mean about hating the scallion? He had eaten everything, and yet he dared to complain about the scallion?

If he didn't like it, then how come he almost ate up the bowl?' she thought and frowned slightly at his contradiction.

"You better not put eggs in it either!" He straightened his sleeves and looked at Anne.