The Devil CEO's Contract Wife novel Chapter 128

Chapter 128: When Perfection Stares Back At You

[Music: A Dim Light In The Corner By Raviel Blackthorn]

Lovecraft.

They were one of the old families in Midnight, just like the Kings. Known for their restaurants all over the city, mostly the ones Ares dines in. I heard they were a family of chefs, and their skills were exceptional.

"Pleasure..." I finally found my voice. "It’s a pleasure... truly."

I’m still awed that I got to meet someone like her. If she hadn’t introduced herself, I wouldn’t have known who she was. Seeing them on TV was completely different. I used to watch her cooking shows, and I even used some of her recipes. I always wished I could be in one of her classes.

"Likewise." She gave me a sweet smile.

"I-I’m a fan."

"Are you?"

"Yes! It’s just you look so different on TV, and I still can’t believe you’re actually here! Your recipes are the best!"

I should probably stop talking now, but for once, ever since this night, I’m actually excited. I wish I had a pen or paper, I could have taken an autograph. Dammit!

"Maybe it’s the hair? Though right now they are all convinced I look like my great aunt." She raised her shoulders. "Aren’t we all presently?"

I giggled, and she did too.

"I’m honored. It’s nice to see a fan."

Naomi leaned toward me, kissing my cheek again, and so did I. She looked at Ares, and they shared a brief stare, prolonged on her side, and I could tell she wanted to say something to him but withheld.

Naomi cleared her throat. "Now, if you would excuse me."

I tracked her movement as she walked to a gathering where she was welcomed by the others, and they engaged in small talk.

"You two seem familiar with each other," I said.

"Ex-fiancée."

I snapped my gaze to Athena, suddenly beside us.

"Well, she didn’t have the chance to be one. Daddy’s plan for an arranged marriage didn’t work. Hmm... I definitely wouldn’t have liked her if it had worked out. Just a hunch."

She was the one whom Elias mentioned... a worthy partner for Ares.

As I observed her, I realized that maybe she was perfect. She was a socialite, a high-class, and a chef. All in one.

A feeling settled low in my stomach, and I tried to contain it, but it spread over to my face until I could feel a scowl twisting.

Not good.

"I’m famished! We’d better get something in our stomach."

"Oh yes, we should! June and his banana rule can be annoying."

"Great! Let’s—"

Ares’ hand, which I now realized had been on my waist somewhere along the line I wasn’t paying attention to, pulled me back to stay glued to his side.

I glowered. "Take your hands off me."

Those words left me before I could stop myself, but I don’t regret them.

God help me.

Both!

Ares raised an eyebrow, eyeing the hand I had slapped away and then back to my face. It clearly reads: Did you just do that?

Well, I did, sue me.

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