Why the Crocodile Tears (by Flower Sock) novel Chapter 360

Chapter 360

Gregory had already pressed the spoon against her lips, so Anathea had no choice but to open her mouth. The ravioli were just the right size–bite–sized–and the familiar taste somehow didn’t make her nauseous.

“Where did you buy the ravioli?” Anathea asked, puzzled.

Every year around this month, Samantha and Damien would go back to their hometown to visit their elderly family members. It was thousands of miles away from Castenea.

“I had someone fly a plane to their hometown and asked them to make it and send it over by air,” Gregory said calmly as he scooped another spoonful, bringing it to her lips.

Anathea frowned. “Do you think I’m a kid?“.

Did he think she was easy to fool?

It hadn’t even been an hour since he left the room and came back. A round trip to Damien and Samantha’s hometown, even by plane, would take at least eight to nine hours.

By the time it actually arrived, the ravioli would’ve been mushy. Yet, the ravioli on the plate was perfect and freshly cooked.

Did he…

Anathea wasn’t quite convinced, but after swallowing what was in her mouth, she still asked, “Did you cook it?”

Gregory paused for a moment, then denied it in a flat tone. “No.”

He held another spoonful to Anathea’s mouth.

“Oh.” Anathea nodded, chewing. “But it probably wasn’t Mr. or Mrs. Hale either. The ravioli looks so bad. They wouldn’t make something this ugly.”

Gregory lost his grip, and the spoon fell into the plate.

“Are they that ugly?” Gregory frowned slightly, clearly disagreeing with Anathea’s opinion.

“Yeah,” Anathea replied seriously. “They’re so ugly-”

He stuffed another bite into her mouth to shut her up, warning, “Be grateful they’re edible.”

“Why are you angry? I didn’t even say it was you.” Anathea looked at him, a flicker of amusement in her eyes.

“Oh! So, you made these ugly ravioli—”

He stuffed another mouthful into her mouth. “Shut up and eat.”

He didn’t give Anathea a chance to speak as he fed her bite after bite. When he saw she really couldn’t eat any more, he stopped.

He was worried that if she pushed herself and ended up vomiting, it would only make things worse.

Once Anathea swallowed the last bite, he took a tissue and helped wipe her mouth.

“I can do it myself.” Anathea took the tissue a little awkwardly. She wasn’t used to Gregory treating her like this. It was too… unreal.

Gregory poured her a glass of water to cleanse her palate.

Anathea looked at his sharp profile and asked, “If you made the ravioli, the kitchen probably hasn’t been cleaned up yet, right?” “I’ll have someone clean it later…” Gregory stopped mid–sentence and looked up at Anathea, meeting her knowing gaze. Gregory pressed his thin lips together. He hadn’t been paying attention and got tricked into admitting he’d made the food.

Chapter 360

“How did Mrs. Hale agree to share their secret recipe with you?” Anathea asked curiously.

“No idea,” Gregory answered stiffly.

Then, he looked away and stood up. “Get some rest. I’ll come back later.”

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