The Divorced Heiress Revenge (Bella Thompson) novel Chapter 1452

A comforting and cozy air welcomed Justin home. It was a stark contrast from the chilly outdoors, hitting Justin on a deep level.

He stared blankly at the scene before him, his heart pounding even harder.

The living room was bustling with activity. Amelia and Roza, who had not seen each other for a long time, were chatting happily on the sofa. Arnold, who had studied abroad, was now home, sitting on the sofa, chatting happily while placing chopped vegetables on the skewers.

It was a joyful sight.

Meanwhile, Asher, who had not showcased his skills in the kitchen for a long time, was deftly cooking while Ralph helped to prepare the secret BBQ sauce.

Axel and Steven were at the table, preparing the meat skewers, while stealing glances at their crushes in the living room. Their eyes were watching the girls like hawks.

It was understandable for Steven to be worried about his girlfriend, but Axel’s eyes remained fixed on Roza, who was sitting closely with Arnold and talking enthusiastically.

Axel took a deep breath, wondering why he felt upset.

“Dr. Larson, your skewers look so beautiful. You’re really skilled with your hands!” Amelia said as she saw how skillfully he threaded the ingredients together. Each color complemented the others perfectly, creating a beautiful and harmonious display, as if they were produced in a factory. She could not stop admiring Arnold’s work.

“Really? They’re just normal skewers,” Arnold said as he hummed a tune casually, glancing at the plate absentmindedly.

He thought, ‘Huh. Compared to the skewers threaded by them, my skewers are indeed exquisite.’

“Look at how I threaded them, all crooked like chicken claws.” Roza pouted with frustration.

Despite being an internationally renowned designer, her hands seemed to lack any talent for culinary arts, as if she had been deprived of that skill.

It seemed like God was fair after all.

Yet, when it came to her master, Bella, it was like God clearly chose a favorite.

“It’s actually quite simple. Let me teach you. Look, like this, and like this.” Arnold leaned in closer, sitting closely next to Roza and Amelia, their heads almost touching.

The girls followed what he said carefully without realizing that two human surveillance cameras were watching closely nearby.

“Hey, why is our cousin always so smooth with the ladies, like a Casanova?” Ralph asked Asher while they were prepping and chatting. “We’re swamped here, but he’s out on the balcony chilling by the fire. How can he just lounge on the sofa, talking to those girls? Why isn’t he feeling self-conscious at all?”

Asher raised his eyebrows slightly and suddenly stopped stirring. “Ralph, why don’t you say something to him?”