Telling Lies, loving you novel Chapter 98

"Don't catch a cold." Scott put his hand down and said.

"I'm going to cook the dinner. Boss, you can wait in the living room. It will be ready soon." She came back early today. Apparently, her mother didn't prepare any food but only cooked some rice.

She put the food she bought in the refrigerator and prepared some food to the kitchen.

Standing outside the kitchen for a while, Scott heard the sound from inside and lifted the corners of his mouth.

It had been a long time since he had her cooking last time, and he missed it so much. He had a bad habit, that was, he couldn't get used to street stalls. Or maybe he was allergic to oil, which made him allergic to anything he ate outside.

Since the dishes were cooked by herself, it was rather clean.

But that also depended on who was the cook. If the cook was not Olivia or Michelle, it would be difficult for Scott to swallow it.

He didn't leave but stood there quietly, watching the busy figure in the kitchen.

The kitchen door was transparent, so people outside could see the people inside clearly, and people inside could also see the people outside. Apparently, Michelle was too busy to see the people outside, she kept her head down all the time.

After she got the dishes ready, she was going to put them on the pan and start cooking.

Scott looked at her longingly, and he even didn't know the procedures of cooking. He had never known that she could be so busy when she cooked alone.

"Ah, so hot!"

The kitchen door was pushed open. Michelle took out the soup that had been cooked by her. Scott looked as if he was going to bring the soup.

"Boss, be careful! It's burning!"

As soon as she finished her words, however, Scott was burned. The soup in her hand was also poured to the ground, and the porcelain with the soup was smashed.

Hearing the sound, Olivia quickly came out of the bedroom. After seeing the situation over there, she asked anxiously, "what's wrong?"

Without saying anything, Michelle just stared at Scott's burned hand.

"Go to the kitchen and pour some sauce after washing it with cold water." Olivia knew it was inconvenient for her to do so, so she had to inform her daughter.

Not daring to neglect, Michelle grabbed Scott's arm and rushed into the kitchen.

She turned on the tap and carefully washed the injured hand for Scott. "How's it? Does it still hurt?"

Her concerned words directly broke into Scott's heart. No matter how painful he was, he still seemed to be spread a layer of honey on his face. When Michelle saw Scott frown, she knew that it must be very painful.

As the saying goes, "aged ginger is more pungent." Michelle didn't go against her mother's words and obediently applied a layer of black sauce on Scott's hand. His hand seemed to have been braised because of the scald.

Seeing that, Michelle tried hard to hold back her laughter. After all, he was her boss before.

How could Scott not know what she was thinking about? So he replied frankly, "you can laugh as you like. Don't you think that my hands look like a cooked meat?"

Speaking of this, even Scott couldn't help laughing out loud.

Olivia sat aside and said crossly, "you naughty boy, how could you say that?"

Michelle didn't say anything. She just looked at his hand, lost in thought. In fact, Scott was injured, it was her fault partly. If only she had insisted on her idea at the beginning. Why was she so silly as to ask a person who was born with a silver spoon to take it?

Luckily, Scott did not blame her, otherwise she must be in big trouble now.

When they were having dinner, Scott's hand was inconvenient, so he had been fed by Michelle. Yes, it was "feed".

Maybe this was the so-called retribution. She was the one who made him like this. Under this situation, he at least needed to rest for a few days.

He stayed at her home tonight because of his injured hands.

She knew that he was a clean freak, so she prepared a clean bed set for him. While she chose to sleep in the living room because she knew that her sleeping posture was not good enough. She didn't want to disturb her mother.

Besides, it was so comfortable to sleep alone!

Scott went to bed without taking a shower. Obviously he felt uncomfortable. He turned over and over but couldn't fall asleep. The pain in his palm made him frown.

The door of the bedroom was ajar. Considering that his hand couldn't be touched, she didn't close the door tightly.

Finally, Scott lay flat on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. His mind was complicated, almost in a mess.

What the hell was this?

He rushed here because he missed her so much that he wanted to see her crazily? Even if she didn't want him and didn't like him, he was still crazy enough to come back from abroad.

But he didn't expect that he would get hurt. He didn't know whether it was a good thing or a bad thing. But it might be a good thing to stay at her home.