When The Family Reads The Fake Heiress Mind novel Chapter 89

Chapter 89 Too Many Surprises.

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Jean said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “We’ll cook together, of course! Ideally, you could do most of it–or better yet, all of it–so I can just lie down and relax.”

Easton raised a brow. “Can you even cook?”

Jean blinked. Actually, I can… but right now… yeah, I kinda wanna pretend I can’t…

The corners of Easton’s lips lifted in amusement. She can cook but doesn’t want to. What a lazy little girl.

“I don’t know how at all,” Easton admitted, voice light and even. His clear, deep eyes met hers, and Jean could see the calm glint swirling behind them.

And he wasn’t lying–Easton really didn’t know how to cook. He didn’t look like someone who did, and truth was, he’d never so much as tried.

But right then, for some reason, he felt bold.

“Still, I kind of want to give it a shot today,” he said with surprising seriousness.

He honestly wasn’t sure why he was doing this. It wasn’t like he enjoyed cooking–or had ever wanted to.

But watching Jean’s reaction, he suddenly felt this urge, like a big brother, to shoulder the task himself. Damn this impulse.

Ever since meeting Jean, Easton felt like something in him had shifted. His emotions, even his core, seemed to bend around her. He didn’t feel like himself anymore.

“You want to try?” Jean’s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of excitement lighting up her face. Great, great, I’m all for it! I’m not picky–I can eat anything as long as it’s not some unholy disaster. As long as I don’t have to do anything, what do I have to complain about? Unless… Easton tries to poison me….

That thought made her expression freeze just a little.

Of course, Easton picked up on that wild thought right away. She’s off in her own head again. Poison? Her imagination’s too much.

If he really wanted Jean dead, he had a thousand better, more subtle ways to do it. Poison was beneath him. Not even worth considering.

He didn’t respond; just turned and walked toward the kitchen.

Jean didn’t just sit back and relax–she followed right after him.

Mostly because… she felt the need to keep an eye on him. What if he really does mess with the food? You can never be too careful.

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just let me know. I can assist you.”

Jean pondered. That was just being polite. Please don’t actually ask me to do anything

Easton gave her a sideways smile and started gathering kindling.

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Jean followed right behind him, only to feel the air around them suddenly spike in temperature. A thick, burning smell hit her nose.

“Wait, something feels off…” Her brow furrowed, and she rushed forward–only to see-

The dry grass around the kitchen had caught fire! Flames were spreading out from under the stove!

Jean was shocked. Oh crap. We came here to shoot a variety show, not burn down someone’s house!

“You set the place on fire?” Jean’s eyes went wide with disbelief.

Easton was in his twenties–how could someone his age be this clueless.

He turned back calmly and gave her a mild glance.

“No big deal,” he said evenly. “It’s my first time lighting a fire. Bit clumsy.”

Then, almost absentmindedly, he scratched the back of his head.

“You should back up. I’ll take care of it.”

He stepped in front of her, keeping her away from the flames.

But Jean didn’t listen. She stayed right behind him, lex voice crisp and bright. “It’s fine–I’ll help.”

And so, while everyone else was already enjoying dinner, Jean and Easton were scrambling to put out a fire.

The fans‘ comments were still flooding the chat.

“Do you two even get to eat tonight?”

“Ah! How did that even happen?”

“Our adorable disaster duo–always in trouble!”

“Easton’s first time lighting a fire and this happens. Hope he’s not traumatized.”

“Poor babies, this is heartbreaking

“Is the crew just standing there filming? Can’t they step in?”

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“This is so unlucky. How does this even happen?”

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“You two are really cursed, huh? Everyone else is eating and you haven’t even started.”

“I’m crying for Easton. Poor guy, it’s all Jean’s fault.”

“Come on, this wasn’t Jean’s fault. Easton is unlucky, but this was an accident.”

“It was just bad luck. They’re both victims–don’t take it out on sweet Jean.”

By 8.30 p.m., Jean and Easton finally got to cat.

After putting out the fire, Jean volunteered to take over fire duty while Easton–somewhat sloppily–handled the cured pork and carro

By the time he was done, the ingredients barely resembled what they once were, but at least the food was edible.

They both scarfed down a big bowl of rice. Unsurprisingly, the whole fire incident had already made it to the top of Twitter’s trending topics.

The buzz was out of control.