Spoiled By The President: My Wife Is A Little Sweet novel Chapter 598

Chapter 598 No Compromises

Laura was surprised.

She knew Stephen's assistant, a boy from the north named Timothy.

She didn't know that he could cook.

Laura felt a little embarrassed. She was about to reject it, but Stephen didn't give her the chance.

The director was calling him over, he answered and stood up quickly. Then he said to Laura, "I gotta work now. Let's talk during lunch."

He said and left in a hurry.

Laura's mouth was still open with the words of refusal stuck in her throat. She felt it hard to say it out now, so she could only swallow them back.

Timothy brought her some soup in a thermos at noon.

He was young, 20 years old at most. He was a cute and sweet boy, always calling other people "sister" or "brother".

Everyone in the crew liked him.

Laura didn't know if it was her illusion, but she felt Timothy's attitude toward him was different today.

She felt that... he was being more hospitable and earnest.

He was as enthusiastic as a lost lamb seeing its mother.

Laura was puzzled, but she didn't ask him. She thanked him and accepted the soup.

Later, Stephen came over with a small stool.

"Laura."

Seeing him with a bright smile, Laura somehow felt a bit weird.

She forced a smile and asked, "You done?"

"Yeah... I'm almost starving. Right... did Tim send you the soup?"

Laura nodded and pointed to the blue thermos next to her. "I haven't had time to eat it, but I've already smelled the nice aroma."

Stephen put on a mysterious smile when he heard that. He said, "Then you should taste it now. I hire Tim as my assistant partly because I was told that he was a good cook. You know, as actors and actresses, it would be a shame if we don't eat well, given how little we eat because we're always on a diet, right?"

Laura didn't know what to say, so she smiled and nodded.

"Exactly."

"So just have some. Let me help."

"Thanks. It's OK."

"You're welcome."

Stephen ignored what she said. He took over the thermos and poured a bowl of soup for her.

Then he brought it to her like some treasure and stared at her with gleaming eyes, "Come on, taste it."

Laura was wearing an embarrassed smile. His passion was too much for her to take, but she felt it hard to refuse his nice gesture.

So she could only take it over and taste it.

The soup really tasted nice.

It was fresh and non-greasy, with a little sweet aftertaste. It tasted like a piece of work from a master chef.

Stephen hadn't taken his eyes away from her ever since she had the soup.

As soon as she finished, he couldn't wait to ask, "What do you think?"

Laura nodded. "Yes, it's delicious."

"I know, right?" Stephen laughed cheerfully, "I told you he's a very good cook."

Laura praised Timothy not for flattering. She was just telling the truth.