This weirdo’s cooking skills seem deft.
About half an hour later, Samson served the dishes in the dining area. “Ms. Winton, the food is ready.”
As the irresistible smell filled the air, Kristie hurriedly got up and strode toward the dining table.
When she saw that it was pork chop with cream sauce, her stomach started rumbling.
Samson passed her a fork and urged, “Have a bite.”
“It smells good, but I’m sure it tastes bad.” Kristie scoffed, “You’d better start packing and get ready to leave.”
Then, she had a piece of piping hot pork chop.
It was unexpectedly delicious! The insults she was ready to hurl at him immediately turned into compliments. “Wow! This is superb! Hang on… Why does it taste exactly the same as the food you ordered for me the last time?”
Kristie took another bite and confirmed that the food tasted just like the one she had before. At that instant, she shot Samson a death stare and bellowed, “I can’t believe that you ordered take-out and pretended you cooked it! Shame on you!”
“I was here the entire time. How could I have ordered food delivery?”
Kristie was stumped by his question. She pointed at the window next to the kitchen and claimed, “I bet they were outside, and you used a rope to collect the food from them discreetly. Otherwise, how do you explain the identical tastes of the food I’ve tasted both times?”
Left with no choice, Samson told her the truth. “I know that you’re a picky eater, so I told a lie. The dish you had the last time was also prepared by yours truly. “
“Did I ever say that I’m a picky eater?” Kristie was fuming.
“Mr. Faymon told me that.”
What?
Upset, Kristie sulked as she ate her food.
How dare Curt tell this old fellow everything! He even arranged for him to take care of me without seeking my opinion first!
Samson took a chair and sat beside her, asking, “How is it? Can I stay?”
“Hmph!” As much as Kristie wanted to reject him, she knew she did not like Larissa’s cooking. Hence, she snorted coldly, ignored him, and continued eating the pork chop.
Samson was a patient man. He waited for her to finish her food before lovingly pouring her a glass of orange juice.
“Wash it down with something sweet.”
Kristie accepted the glass and gulped it down. Then, she said placidly, “You can stay and cook whatever I demand. You’re not allowed in my bedroom, and don’t touch my things.”
Samson acknowledged. “Anything else?”
“Keep your distance!” Kristie cast him an unfriendly look. She lifted her chin and threatened, “Let me tell you something. My boyfriend is incredibly strong. He can knock you out in just one punch. Therefore, don’t you covet me. Understand?”
“You have a boyfriend?” Samson’s expression darkened. “Since when?” he asked in a cold tone.
“That’s none of your business. All you need to know is he’s not one to be trifled with.”
Samson gripped her wrist with force. “How did you know him? What’s his name?” His gaze was so frightening that he looked like he was going to eat someone up.
“Ouch! You’re hurting me!” Frowning, Kristie almost teared up. “Let me go!”
“Tell me now or I won’t cook for you anymore.”
“How dare you show me your attitude! You’re just a bodyguard hired by Curt. Don’t be so insolent. What gives?” Kristie cried.
At that point, Samson was still glaring at her and holding her wrist with a vice-like grip. It made her blaze in fury.
“I tell you, my boyfriend’s name is James, and he’s super impressive. I’m going to call him if you don’t let go of me.”
Upon hearing that, Samson was stunned.
He released Kristie, and the latter quickly rubbed her hurting wrist.
“Hmph! You’re scared out of your wits now? Try it again, and my boyfriend won’t let you off so easily.” Kristie side-eyed him.
“Yes, I’m afraid.” Nodding, Samson chuckled. “Your boyfriend is great, indeed.”
“Why are you laughing if you’re terrified?” Kristie widened her eyes and huffed in anger. “Are you assuming that I lied to you? Fine, I’ll give him a call now and ask him to come over.”
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