Infatuated with my Ex-wife novel Chapter 41

Because it was the weekend, Edward did not need to go to work, so both of them tacitly did not wake up early. The golden sunshine gently sprinkled on the faces of them who were hugging each other in the room. Time seemed to be still.

Edward woke up first and saw Irene sleeping quietly in his arms. Listening to his slow breathing, the hands holding Irene in the quilt tightened a little bit.

Well, before she woke up, Edward took little a sip of her white chin.

Irene felt something and slowly opened her eyes, as if she wasn't awake.

"What time is it?" Because she had just woken up, her voice seemed to be sticky. If he didn't listen carefully, he wouldn't be able to hear it clearly.

"Probably 8:30!"

Eight thirty? Irene even didn't know it’s so late. Generally speaking, although Edward  didn't  go to work on weekends, he had  a good work and rest habits, so even if he didn't  go to work, he will get up early for a run to exercise, so  in general, when Irene woke up, the most frequent thing She saw was Edward 's refreshing appearance after washing up in the morning after exercising.

"What a rare occasion!" Irene spoke her mind.

"What?" Edward slowly brushed away a few strands of hair on Irene's forehead and calmly opened his mouth.

"Why did you get up so late today? It's not like you!"

The pretty corners of Edward's mouth curled up. "This is probably, the legendary"

"Hmm?" She was confused.

"After having a beauty on the bed, the king doesn't get up early to work any more." Edward narrowed his eyes and said word by word.

  Since Irene was pregnant, most of them fell asleep embracing each other and didn't do anything, but when Edwardsaid this, she felt a fever on her face and her ears were red.

She rolled over in Edward's arms and looked down. She covered her face under a pillow and muttered like a pet, "Don't say that I'm like a dangerous beauty."

Looking at the person in his arms, Edward's earlobe turned red. He smiled lightly and said, "Of course, you're not a beauty who is dangerous. It's fine of the king doesn't want to get up to work, but he still has to cook breakfast for his love."   

Irene heard his laughter and replied, "Then you can go!" After saying that, Irene paused and her eyes rolled. "Make breakfast? "Isn't the servant here today?

"It's a holiday for the servants today, so I will prepare the breakfast."

Irene turned her face and did not believe it. "Can I still be alive after eating?" The Young Master of the Wilson family and cooking, Irene couldn't connect these two tings together.

Edward, of course, knew that his little wife didn't believe him, so he coughed softly. "Don't you believe me? Uh? Irene."

In fact, it wasn't that Irene didn't believe it, but she had never imagined that.

...

In the kitchen.

Irene leaned against the door and saw his delicate hand moving quickly on the food with fine craftsmanship. He was obviously experienced.

Sunlight cast on him, and she saw his beautiful profile silhouette, just like when he used to debate in the school auditorium, but at that time, although this man had the steadfastness and maturity that was rare in his peers, he was different from now.

In the past she had felt that he was as far away like a bit of cloud in the sky. Even though they were bound together by marriage, they were always in a quandary. The pain was greater than the joy. She was desperately walking towards him and he was trying to stay away from her.

However, Irene now felt that he was so close to herself. He was so good to himself, everything was so unreal like a big dream.

"Why do not you try it?" Edward's black eyes were full of anticipation as he looked at the woman before him. While it was not the first time he'd done it, it was the first time he'd done it for his lover. He was still a little nervous.

"It's very sweet." Strangely delicious.

Sweet? He obviously put salt in it. When Edward saw Irene, he frowned and picked up the spoon she used just now, took a spoonful and put it in his mouth. Suddenly, he smiled and said, "It's very sweet!"

Then they stared at each other and laughed.

Irene didn't know that Edward was really good at cooking and had done so well. He couldn't help asking, "Mr. Wilson, from whom did you learn such good cooking skills?"

"Well! With my intelligence and wisdom, who should I learn from?"

"Tut-tut-tut-tut—" This person was really ......... He tried hard to think of a word, "Narcissism is a sickness. It's bad! You should be modest."

"When I was in college, I didn't like the cafeteria's food, but I was unwilling to go out, so the only thing I could do was do it myself." At first, he was so dumb at cooking at he almost blew up the kitchen. Luckily, he lived alone and didn't affect others, so he had the success he had today. But he could tell his wife about his successes. As for the process, Edward was not ready to tell his wife!

In fact, Irene believed in these things very much. Although he was born in the Wilson family and seemed to be the eldest son of the family, he was rich and powerful. However, he didn't win the heart of Cameron. Claudia was abroad all year round. Even if Madeline doted on him, he was still far away from his family. Irene's heart ached when he thought of this.

She got up slightly, and her cherry lips suddenly touched his—

Then it separated gently, as if nothing had happened.

Edward's pupils dilated. After a moment's shock, he suddenly raised his hand and touched his taut lips, as if remembering the kiss his little wife had just initiated.

"Well, since Mr. Wilson is so great, I don't need a servant in the future. Do you want to be my private chef?" Irene said so. Of course, she was joking. She also knew that he was actually very busy.

"If Mrs. Wilson can be so active every day, I can consider..." Edward smirked and pointed to the corner of his mouth with some implication.

Irene coughed and steadied her breath. She lowered her head and continued to eat. "Shame on you!"

Irene was shy. The simple and naive Irene had gone. Edward had the upper hand, and he was happy inside. When he saw Irene's shy appearance. He felt he was teasing a pet. Of course, this cannot be said to her. Okay, he'll be scratched...

Although he liked her angry look, she still couldn't be too emotional now that she was pregnant.

After the meal, Edward felt that they both should affors some family chores. Since he made the breakfast, the bowl should be washed by Irene. He had complained that a pregnant woman shouldn't wash the dishes. She pretended to be angry, but her heart was full of warmth. Their life in this way was harmonious.