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“You’d better be telling the truth.” With a cold snort, Norton let go of her.
The moment he walked away, Yvonne felt the tension in the kitchen dissolve, the air noticeably lighter.
In less than an hour, she had finished cooking.
Since it was late, she kept it simple–two dishes and a soup.
Norton’s mood visibly lifted when he spotted the plate of beef on the table.
He picked up his fork and took a bite.
At first, his expression remained neutral, but after a few chews, his jaw stilled. His face went blank, completely
void of emotion.
Yvonne’s heart clenched. “What’s wrong? Does it taste bad?”
“Try it yourself.” He speared a piece and dropped it onto her plate.
The moment she took a bite, her expression froze.
Only then did he finally speak, his voice laced with dry sarcasm. “Well? Doesn’t it feel like you’re chewing on
rubber?”
Yvonne had always heard that properly cooked beef was tender and flavorful, but if done wrong, it could be
way too chewy.
Clearly, this dish was a failure.
Standing up, she grabbed the plate of beef. “This is way too chewy. I’m throwing it out!”
Norton pointed at the plate of greens on the table. “So, this is all we’re having? Don’t you know I‘ a meat lover?”
“There’s more in the fridge. I’ll make you something else.”
As she sliced the beef, irritation simmered inside her. Did he really need meat at every meal? Would it kill him to go without for once? Eating too much wasn’t good for him!
While she worked, Norton suddenly appeared beside her, as if reading her mind.
“What are you grumbling about now?”
“Nothing.” She quickly forced a smile. “I was just thinking–you have impeccable taste.”
“Oh? And what makes you say that?”
“You love fleshy woman, don’t you? Take Shelly, for example. She’s got big boobs and butts. No wonder she caught your eye.”
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Norton’s expression darkened, irritation flashing across his face.
He knew she was mocking at him.
“Then it’s no wonder I have no interest in a woman like you–since you don’t have any curves at all.”
Yvonne wasn’t about to let that slide.
Criticizing her personality was one thing–she could admit she had a bit of a temper–but insulting her looks?
That was crossing the line.
“Who says I don’t have curves? I’d say I have more to offer than Shelly. Her boobs indeed look big, but who knows how much padding she’s got? And who’s to say it’s all real? For all you know, you’ve been squeezing silicone this whole time. My boobs, on the other hand, am 100% natural.”
With that, Yvonne squared her shoulders, standing tall in defiance.
She usually wore minimizer bras, and today’s loose outfit made her words seem even more unassuming.
“Is that so? Well, I wouldn’t know–I’ve never had the chance to check for myself. Are you offering?”
Norton’s words hit like a slap, sending heat rushing to her face.
For several long seconds, she couldn’t find her voice.
It was true–when a civilized person went up against a shameless one, the latter always won.
“Norton, you… you’re disgusting!” After racking her brain, that was all she could come up with.
“The desire for sex is part of human nature, you know.” With that, Norton strolled out of the kitchen, clearly
amused.
Grinding her teeth, Yvonne turned back to her cooking, adding two extra spoonfuls of chili and a generous
splash of vinegar.
She was sure he wouldn’t forget this meal anytime soon.
She wasn’t the kind to take defeat lightly. If she couldn’t win an argument, she’d make sure he felt it in every
bite.
As Norton ate, he kept reaching for his water, his expression tightening with every swallow.
“Yvonne, you did this on purpose, didn’t you?” His eyes burned with irritation.
Maybe it was the heat, but his lips had taken on a deep, flushed red, full and striking under the warm light.
In a way, it was almost captivating.
For a brief second, Yvonne found herself wondering–if he actually wore lipstick, what shade would suit him?
“What are you staring at? Answer me.”
Norton’s voice cut through her thoughts, sharper this time.
“Oh, I was just thinking… with your skin tone, what shade of lipstick would look best on you?”
“What kind of nonsense is that? Just tell me–did you do this on purpose?”
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“Of course not,” Yvonne said smoothly. “I just made a little mistake and doubled the seasoning. There are other dishes on the table. If it’s too much for you, don’t eat it–I’ll finish it myself.”
Norton was speechless.
She was impossible.
It was as if she had been put on this earth solely to make his life difficult.
In the end, the moment dinner was over, Norton headed straight to brush his teeth
With no one else at home, Yvonne was left to tidy up the dishes, the quiet house amplifying every small sound.
She checked the clock–time was slipping away.
Grabbing a soft set of pajamas, she made her way to the bathroom.
The warm water poured over her, washing away the tension of the day, the steam curling around her like a comforting embrace.
Her body wash lathered into a rich, fragrant foam, making the shower feel almost indulgent.
But midway through, a thought struck her like a jolt of electricity.
Norton wasn’t traveling. It meant they’d have to share the bed tonight.
Her pulse kicked up a notch.
The shower stretched longer than usual, hesitation creeping in with every passing minute.
By the time Norton had finished his own shower and settled into bed, she was still inside.
Eventually, his patience snapped, and he rapped on the door.
“Are you planning to scrub yourself down to the bone?”
His tone, as always, was blunt and cutting.
“I’m coming out!” she called hastily.
However, as she slipped into her pajamas, another realization hit her–one even worse than the last.
In her rush, she had grabbed a backless set that barely covered her hips.
And to make matters worse, it was thin and almost transparent.
She had always preferred sleeping in light, airy clothing, but now, that choice might cost her.
With Norton frequently away on business, she had grown used to having the entire bedroom–and bed–to
herself, so she wore whatever she pleased.
Besides, the fabric of this piece was soft and airy, making it one of her favorites.
It was one thing to lounge in it alone.
But now, with Norton back… that was a different story,
“If you don’t come out soon, I’ll assume you’ve got stuck on the toilet.” His voice came through the door,
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followed by an impatient knock.
Yvonne bristled at his remark and shot back without hesitation, “You’re the one who got stuck on the toilet!”
