Chapter 153 A Good Cook
Yvette glared at Everett angrily.
Originally, she only wanted to come alone, but Everett shamelessly came by himself, and even brought
Edmond along.
Upon seeing another man in Claudiaâs house, Yvette was consumed with jealousy.
Horace knew about him, often seeing this man in the news. The last child recognition incident also
caused a big uproar.
Between Horace and that celebrity, she was a staunch supporter of
Horace.
âDid we come at the wrong time?â Yvette asked.
âI actually think we arrived just in time,â Everett said with a mischievous smile, reaching out one hand to
wrap around Yvetteâs neck and the other around Edmondâs neck, laughing like an old fox.
Yvette sneered and forcefully elbowed backwards, causing Everett to scream in pain as he clutched his
chest, his face contorting into a grimace.
Edmondâs eyes, as dark as obsidian, flickered with an inexplicable gleam, and the corners of his lips
curled up slightly, as if he was smiling but not really.
Claudia stood stiffly, feeling embarrassed as if she had been caught and exposed in an affair.
Upon further thought, she had already gotten divorced, so it shouldnât
have mattered to him if she went out to dinner with friends.
Claudia smiled and placed the shoes neatly, saying to them, âCome in.â
Horace looked at her and said gently, âYou go greet your friends first. Thereâs still food in the pot. Iâll go
and attend to some things. Let me know if you need anything.â
After speaking, she glanced at Edmond with a faint look.
âCapable in both the hall and the kitchen, able to earn money and handsome as well, tsk tskâ¦â Yvette
praised with admiration, nodding repeatedly, very satisfied.
Claudia smiled bitterly and explained, âMy brother asked him to come.â
Thinking of Horaceâs enthusiasm, she also felt a bit helpless.
When Horace was cooking, she wanted to help, but as soon as she entered the kitchen, she was
chased out by him. In the end, she could only serve the dishes and assist a little.
The food had just been served when Yvette and the others arrived.
Edmond remained silent, his expression cold and impassive, revealing no signs of joy or anger.
After being scolded by Yvette, Everett became much quieter. Yvette could hit him hard, but he couldnât
fight back, so he simply closed his mouth.
âClaudia, this house is great!â Yvette looked around and discovered that it was a large flat with at least
200 square meters, decorated in a simple yet luxurious style, high-end and practical.
There was also a small garden outside the balcony, with a variety of
flowers, plants, and trees, typical of an aerial garden layout.
âItâs not bad, but this house is a bit too big for me to live alone.â Even if she really likes this house, if
Horace is not willing to sell it to her, she can only look for another house.
Upon hearing these words, Edmondâs eyes darkened, becoming deep. and mysterious.
The restaurant was open-plan, allowing a clear view of Horace busy in the kitchen.
He chopped the vegetables with swift and decisive movements, his posture tall and graceful. Despite
the simplicity of cooking, he performed it like a show, pleasing to the eye.
If it werenât for knowing that he was the young master of the Ferguson
family, I would have thought he was a chef hired from somewhere.
The dining table was on the balcony outdoors, enjoying the flowers and stargazing, how pleasant it
was.
Yvette looked at the dishes on the table and exclaimed, âWow!â
There are various dishes from different countries, which are appetizing and mouthwatering, both in
terms of appearance and aroma.
Claudia was amazed when she saw these dishes. The presentation of the food was absolutely on par
with a Michelin-starred restaurant.
Seeing these dishes, Everett exclaimed in astonishment, âI didnât expect this guy to be so good at
cooking. He must have a natural talent, right?â
He glanced at Edmond, whose face looked extremely unpleasant.
Edmond could do everything, except cooking. In the early days, it was
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because he had no interest, but later it was because he was afraid of
fire.
Seeing Claudiaâs surprised expression, Edmondâs thin lips tightened into a line.
âKnowing that Claudiaâs friend was coming, I prepared several dishes, hoping they would suit your
taste,â Horace took off his apron, smiling gently, portraying the demeanor of a gracious host.
Edmond snorted coldly and glanced at the dishes on the table with a knife-like gaze, without saying a
word.
Everyone else sat down and ate, only he sat still without moving.
Hørace glanced up and smiled knowingly, âWhy isnât Mr. Lamont eating?â
It seemed like Edmond was not in a good mood, so he deliberately steered the conversation toward
himself.
Edmondâs thin lips curved slightly, his smile dazzling yet chilly. âIt didnât suit my taste.â
He leaned back in the chair, casually stretching his long legs, his slender fingers moved slightly, his
posture lazy and stern.
His tone was very cold, and he did not hide his displeasure.
Claudia frowned and glanced at him.
Was he here to cause trouble today?
Horace worked so hard on cooking for such a long time, even if it didnât taste good, he couldnât treat
someone elseâs kindness as fish liver and lungs.
She took a piece of chicken and exclaimed, âItâs delicious.â
After finishing speaking, he looked at Edmond and said, âSince it doesnât suit your taste, why donât you
go to the living room and rest?â
One more person in the room added a touch of oppression, especially Edmond, who was as cold as
ice. It was like a natural air conditioner in this freezing winter.
âNo need, this place is more suitable for resting,â Edmond said, his pupils deepening as he crossed his
arms and closed his eyes to relax.
Claudia was angry and helpless, not knowing what was wrong with Edmond today. His face was
unusually thick-skinned.
Horace held a fork and picked up a dessert to put it in Claudiaâs plate, saying, âTry this.â
Claudia was just about to pick it up when Edmond coldly said, âShe doesnât like desserts.â
Claudia stabbed the fork into her hand.
Just then, Yvette interrupted, âStop talking nonsense. Claudia loves desserts. Back in school, she used
to drag me out every day to buy sweets. Itâs been three years since you got married and you still donât
understand her. It serves you right to be single for the rest of your life!â
Claudia picked up a pastry and smiled gently, âYvette is right, I used to love eating desserts the most.â
They had been married for three years. In order to maintain her figure, she did not allow herself to eat
desserts. In addition, Edmond also did not like to eat them. To cater to his preferences, she also
claimed that she did not like to eat desserts.
But she never asked herself whether she wanted to eat or should eat.
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Since she had already divorced, she no longer needed to deliberately cater to anyone.
Seeing her enjoying her meal, Horace picked up another piece for her.
Horaceâs intention, she understood, was to deliberately provoke Edmond.
Claudia remained silent for a few seconds, without explicitly refusing.
Edmondâs lips curled up, âWell, itâs been quite tough for her these past three years.â
As he watched her casually interact with someone else, his eyes seemed like knives, carrying a chilly
coolness.
Horace seemed to suddenly remember something and said softly to Claudia, âWhy havenât your
brothers arrived yet? Iâll send a message to ask.â
Claudia suddenly remembered that she had forgotten about Ervin and them.
Horace sent a message in the past, and Waldron quickly replied with a voice message. Horace opened
the voice message, and Waldronâs carefree voice came through.
âErvin and I wonât disturb your date anymore. By the way, donât mess around, especially donât be
irresponsible like Edmond, who eats and leaves without taking care of things. Otherwise, Iâll break your
legâ¦â
Horace hurriedly dismissed the voice message, and a blush slowly crept onto his face.
Upon hearing these words, Claudiaâs fork trembled in her hand, causing the food to fall into the bowl.
Edmond narrowed his eyes and looked at her with a dangerous glint,
saying, âEating without cleaning up is irresponsible.â