Chapter 130
“You are right. Thirty–five isn’t old, but the problem is Bonnie is only twenty. Mr.Hamish is fifteen years older than Bonnie.” Ariel expressed her disbelief. “Bonnie is at a disadvantage.”
“What disadvantage? Mr. Hamish is a business genius designer. Besides, he’s not married. Let’s not talk about such things. Things may not be as we imagine.” Draken rubbed his forehead.
“Yeah, you’re right. Hey, if I ask Bonnie how she knows so much, do you think she’ll tell me?”
“Why don’t you give it a try?”
“Never mind.” Ariel waved. “I’ve only known her for a day or two. Still, I want to become good friends with her. Considering the short time we’ve known each other, it’d be awkward if I were so direct with her. I’ll wait until we’re more familiar with each other. Maybe she’ll tell me when she’s ready.”
Draken was satisfied with his daughter’s considerations. “Well, you’ve thought it through. Go to Tang Fusion Studios with me tomorrow. You might run into Bonnie.”
“Okay, Dad.”
Bonnie sat on the sofa in the Knights‘ residence while waiting for dinner. Suddenly, she smelled something burning. At that moment, Ged put down his phone and looked at her. “Hey, Bonnie, do you smell something?”
Bonnie looked toward the kitchen and saw thick smoke coming from it. Immediately after, Ged bolted upright and ran toward the kitchen. “Oh shit! Fire!”
When Bonnie arrived at the kitchen door, she saw Ivor using a fire extinguisher to put out the fire. They exchanged awkward glances and then cleaned up the kitchen.
“Let me handle it.” Bonnie rolled up her sleeves and opened the refrigerator. She saw plenty of ingredients inside and realized nothing was missing or out of place.
“Can you cook?” Ivor was surprised this time.
“There’s no surprises there. I’m a country girl born and raised, after all. Being able to cook is an expectation, don’t you think?”
Ivor frowned. “Sorry, I didn’t mean that.”
Bonnie stopped and looked at Ivor. “You’re overthinking it. I’m just stating a fact.”
Ged sighed in relief. “Finally, we can have a normal meal tonight.”
Immediately after, he received Ivor’s deadly glare, and the former silently left the kitchen.
“Those eyes are frightening. I was just speaking the truth. My standards for food aren’t high anyway. I don’t have to eat a chef’s cooking. I just want something edible. With that raging storm outside, it’d
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be inconvenient for us to go out for a meal.‘
Bonnie finished cooking various dishes an hour later. The food looked appealing to the eyes and taste buds as she arranged them on the table. Ged pointed at the carved patterns on the plate in surprise and exclaimed, “Wow, that’s unexpected! I didn’t know you could carve, too.”
He thought Bonnie could only make simple country–style dishes, but the results were pretty sophisticated.
Ivor was just as surprised. The color combinations and presentation of these dishes were meticulous, unlike everyday home–cooked dishes.
“Mr. Ivor, don’t just stand there. Grab your spoon and try some! Let’s eat together.” Ged picked up a piece of chicken and bit into it.
Ivor, on the other hand, took a piece of pork.
