The Billionaire’s Maid Bride (Flanagan and Allison) novel Chapter 187

Chapter 187 

If it weren’t for Aidan and Grandpa’s love for cherry pie, she wouldn’t even bother asking Penelopel 

Kamilla continued to eat with her mind all on Aidan, 

Penelope gritted her teeth, and her gaze fixed on Allison 

This Allison, she must have done it on purpose! 

The cherry pie was the first thing to be finished at dinner. Lucian had two slices, and even Zachary had a bite and complimented, “Who would’ve thought Penelope’s cooking 

is excellent.” 

All Penelope could do was awkwardly laugh, “As long as you guys enjoy it.” 

Miranda chimed in, “Penelope can make a lot more than that I didn’t expect her cherry pie to be this good, even better than mine. The flavor is more intense, and it’s fluffier” Penelope quickly said. “Tll prepare more and bring it over tomorrow.” 

“You’re pregnant, and you need to rest.‘ 

“Oh, it’s okay.” 

Seeing Penelope like this, Kamilla muttered under her breath, ‘Such a hypocrite!” 

Penelope was sitting next to Kamilla, she naturally heard it. Her face paled, but she didn’t dare to show her dissatisfaction. Kamilla was the little princess of the Lindberg family, she still needed to suck up to her 

After dinner, Allison taught Kamilla how to make cherry pie. 

Penelope followed them into the kitchen, but Kamilla shooed her away. “What are you doing here? Go rest. If anything happens to the baby, don’t blame me” 

*Kamilla “Penelope looked at Allison, gritting her teeth, “Allison, you better teach Kamilla properly, don’t be lazy.” 

Kamilla scoffed. 

With a forced smile, Penelope left the kitchen. She stared at Allison’s back, vowing revenge in her heart! 

Kamilla was very serious, “Is this how it’s done?” 

Allison replied, “First, add some cherries. The flavor is rich but not too sweet. Older people shouldn’t have too much sugar, so you can also make it sugar–free and it’s better for their health.” 

Kamilla nodded. 

“You’re so thoughtful. You’re way better than that Penelope. I don’t know what my brother sees in that fake woman.” 

“Allison, is this enough flour?” 

“It’s enough for the whole family if it’s for afternoon tea.” 

Kamilla was very serious, she nodded, “All right, I’ll make one sugar–free and one with sugar.” 

After steaming a pie, Kamilla carried it out. 

Allison washed her hands, hearing footsteps behind her. Assuming it was Kamilla, she said, “I’ve cleaned up the tools and also wrote down the ingredients. I put it on the table. There’s also a recipe for apple pie, it’s just like the cherry pie, just switch the…” 

She stopped suddenly