The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 760

"It's bitter! It tastes horrible!" Kristin insisted.

Hamilton knew she was being deliberately difficult, but he didn't get angry. He simply walked back into the kitchen, brought out the other two dishes he had prepared, and placed them right in front of her.

"Try these two. If they're bitter too, then my cooking really is terrible, and I'll hire a private chef to teach me tomorrow. But let me tell you a secret—I'm actually incredibly smart and a very fast learner. I'll be making you amazing meals in no time."

Despite Hamilton's desperate attempts to win her over, Kristin remained completely unfazed.

"I will never like your food."

"Why not?"

"Because I hate you! Now get out of our house! My mom doesn't like you either!"

Even at those harsh words, Hamilton merely smiled.

"That's alright. Once I start coming around more often, you'll learn to like me."

"No, I won't! The only one I like is Marico!"

Knowing that the 'Marico' she was referring to was Marico Stapleton, Hamilton's smile faltered slightly.

"Kristin, this Marico guy isn't a good person. He's the whole reason your mom and I had to separate. You should hate him just as much as I do."

"Marico isn't bad at all! You're the one who's bad!"

Hamilton's smile was hanging by a thread. Natalie knew his temper all too well; she quickly pulled Kristin into her arms, terrified that he might snap and get physical.

"It's fine," Hamilton took a deep breath. "When you're a little older, you'll understand who truly treats you well."

With that, Hamilton scooped a bowl of rice for Kristin and told Natalie to set her back in her chair.

"I'll feed her. You go ahead and eat."

Kristin scowled. "I'm six years old! I don't need anyone to feed me!"

"I told you, I have no other choice. This is the only way."

"We're divorced, and I don't love you anymore."

"I accept that. But I also hope you can process your feelings, forget the ugliness of the past, and fall in love with me again. I'm not giving you a deadline, because I know it will happen eventually."

"That is never going to happen."

"We'll see about that."

Natalie was completely overwhelmed with exhaustion. But right at that moment, someone started violently pounding on the door.

They didn't bother with the doorbell—just heavy, frantic banging. It had to be Marico.

Natalie immediately stood up to answer it, but Hamilton slammed his fork down on the table.

"Don't open the door!"