See You Never, Mr. Lamont

Chapter 153

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 Claudia’s 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. “Did we come at the wrong time?” Yvette asked. “I actually think we arrived just in time,” Everett said with a mischievous smile, reaching out one hand to wrap around Yvette’s neck and the other around Edmond’s 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. Edmond’s 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 shouldn’t have mattered to him if she went out to dinner with friends. Claudia smiled and placed the shoes neatly, saying to them, “Come in.” Horace looked at her and said gently, “You go greet your friends first. There’s still food in the pot. I’ll go and attend to some things. Let me know if you need anything.” After speaking, she glanced at Edmond with a faint look. “Capable in both the hall and the kitchen, able to earn money and handsome as well, tsk tsk…” Yvette praised with admiration, nodding repeatedly, very satisfied. Claudia smiled bitterly and explained, “My brother asked him to come.”

Thinking of Horace’s 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. This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

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 couldn’t fight back, so he simply closed his mouth. “Claudia, this house is great!” 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. “It’s not bad, but this house is a bit too big for me to live alone.” 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, Edmond’s 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 weren’t 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, “Wow!” 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, “I didn’t expect this guy to be so good at cooking. He must have a natural talent, right?” He glanced at Edmond, whose face looked extremely unpleasant. Edmond could do everything, except cooking. In the early days, it was 40 Vouchers because he had no interest, but later it was because he was afraid of fire. Seeing Claudia’s surprised expression, Edmond’s thin lips tightened into a line. “Knowing that Claudia’s friend was coming, I prepared several dishes, hoping they would suit your taste,” 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, “Why isn’t Mr. Lamont eating?” It seemed like Edmond was not in a good mood, so he deliberately steered the conversation toward himself. Edmond’s thin lips curved slightly, his smile dazzling yet chilly. “It didn’t suit my taste.” 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 didn’t taste good, he couldn’t treat someone else’s kindness as fish liver and lungs. She took a piece of chicken and exclaimed, “It’s delicious.” After finishing speaking, he looked at Edmond and said, “Since it doesn’t suit your taste, why don’t you go to the living room and rest?”

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. “No need, this place is more suitable for resting,” 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 Claudia’s plate, saying, “Try this.” Claudia was just about to pick it up when Edmond coldly said, “She doesn’t like desserts.” Claudia stabbed the fork into her hand. Just then, Yvette interrupted, “Stop talking nonsense. Claudia loves desserts. Back in school, she used to drag me out every day to buy sweets. It’s been three years since you got married and you still don’t understand her. It serves you right to be single for the rest of your life!” Claudia picked up a pastry and smiled gently, “Yvette is right, I used to love eating desserts the most.” 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. 17:32 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. Horace’s intention, she understood, was to deliberately provoke Edmond. Claudia remained silent for a few seconds, without explicitly refusing. Edmond’s lips curled up, “Well, it’s been quite tough for her these past three years.” 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, “Why haven’t your brothers arrived yet? I’ll send a message to ask.”

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 Waldron’s carefree voice came through. “Ervin and I won’t disturb your date anymore. By the way, don’t mess around, especially don’t be irresponsible like Edmond, who eats and leaves without taking care of things. Otherwise, I’ll break your leg…” Horace hurriedly dismissed the voice message, and a blush slowly crept onto his face. Upon hearing these words, Claudia’s 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, “Eating without cleaning up is irresponsible.”