Married to the Boss: A Love in Disguise novel Chapter 115

Married to the Boss: A Love in Disguise Chapter 115

Adam thought Lumma had found something and went upstairs to accompany him. It turned out that it was just a misunderstanding.

Lumma moved her arm and reminded Adam that he was still holding her wrist. “Mr. Hills, let go of me first.”

Adam let go of Lumma’s hand in disappointment. “I’m sorry. I…”

“I know. You must have mistaken me for your wife, so you held my hand.” Seeing that he was a little weak and feeling bad, Lumma guessed that it must be because of the quarrel Adam had with his wife.

Lumma thought for a while and decided to persuade Adam, “Mr. Hills, since you care so much about your wife, you can have a talk with her. A good conversation will solve all the problems.”

“Can it work?” Adam wanted to talk to Lumma, but he didn’t dare to take the risk.

Lumma said, “You have to have a try. If you don’t even try, how can you know whether it works or not?”

“Well, what you said makes sense,” Adam said with a smile. “When we go back to Red Pine City, help me book a good restaurant. I’ll have a talk with her.”

“OK. I’ll do it when we go back.” Lumma sincerely hoped that Adam and his wife could make as soon as possible so that she could do her work more easily.

peace

Lumma remembered that she was still cooking soup. “Mr. Hills, I’m cooking some soup to treat your stomach. I’ll bring you some. Drink it and go to bed early.”

“Thank you,” Adam said.

Lumma got the soup. When she turned around, she found that Adam, who was supposed to rest in the living room, stood at the door of the kitchen. “Mr. Hills, why are you here?”

Adam didn’t answer but asked, “Are you good at cooking?”

Lumma thought she was good at cooking. All the people who had eaten the food she cooked also said that, but only her grandma, Harry, and Ruby were lucky enough to taste her cooking.

No matter what she cooked, the three of them all thought it was the most delicious food in the world, so nobody knew if Lumma was good at cooking.

Lumma said modestly, “Mr. Hills, I can cook a few home dishes. Definitely, I can’t compare with the chef in your home.”

“Home dishes mean the taste of home. The chef can cook all kinds of delicious food, but he can never give me the feeling of home.” Adam looked at Lumma sincerely and seriously. “Can you teach me to cook some home dishes?”