Fall in Love with the Dominant Billionaire
Chapter 319 The Wife Takes to the Stove
Alyssa gave a dismissive shrug, her voice carrying a note of certainty. “Without the staff present, Reese would likely reduce the ‘kitchen to ashes,” she declared. It wasn’t merely that Reese was unskilled in the culinary arts; it was as if she were at war with the very concept of cooking, utterly incompatible with it.
“You’d better devise a plan, brother,” Alyssa advised. “When that food makes its debut, you need to figure out how to coax Reese into abandoning this culinary expedition.” If not, their kitchen was destined for disaster.
Alyssa found herself under the piercing gaze of Malcolm, a shiver of unease trickling down her spine. “If my wife shows interest in cooking, I’d rebuild the kitchen from scratch if it exploded. I’d construct a dozen more if necessary,” he declared with unwavering
resolve.
Alyssa rolled her eyes, raising her thumb in a display of mock admiration. “You’re completely smitten, brother. If Reese wished for the moon, you’d probably devise a way to deliver it, wouldn’t you?”
“That’s correct,” Malcolm conceded without hesitation.
Alyssa fell silent, her mind a whirl of thoughts. She might not fully comprehend her brother’s affairs, but one thing was crystal clear – Reese was indeed fortunate. As if on cue, she turned and ascended the stairs, leaving the room.
Malcolm retreated to his study, a pile of pending company work awaiting his attention. Yet, his thoughts were preoccupied with the love–infused dinner Reese was laboring over.
When Reese finally presented the dishes, a wave of helplessness washed over her. She had always considered herself intelligent; cooking should not have posed such a challenge. However, the harsh reality proved to be a grueling ordeal. She nearly abandoned the task halfway through, and if it hadn’t been for her tenacious spirit, Malcolm might have been left disappointed.
The dish that lay before Sarah was a disheartening sight, charred and unappetizing. Reese had been given the recipe, but the result was far from satisfactory. Reese appeared crestfallen, her cherished status in her husband’s heart undeniable; she merited all the compassion Sarah could muster.
“Don’t worry, Mrs. Flynn. We’ll keep trying,” Sarah offered comfortingly.
“Alright, go and fetch the boss for me, will you?” Reese responded, her voice resigned.
Sarah glanced at the clock, assuming that Malcolm must have returned by now. What was done was done – perhaps it wouldn’t hurt to sample a bite. With a resigned nod, she braced herself and headed upstairs.
In no time at all, Malcolm descended the stairs, and Reese stepped forward to greet him. “It’s ready. But be prepared – it might not be up to par,” she warned him. Next time, she would need to refine her technique.
Malcolm offered a gentle smile, affectionately ruffling Reese’s hair. His gaze was filled with love as he reassured her, As long as it’s prepared by my wife, that’s all that matters to me.” The mere fact that Reese had cooked for him was a delightful surprise; he could ask for nothing more.
Reese forced a smile, her voice tinged with regret. “I apologize, I’ve never really cooked for anyone before. My grandmother used to cook for me, and since her passing, I’ve always dined out.” Her attention was typically focused on her work, leaving little time for the mundane task of cooking.
“No need to worry. Having my wife cook for me is more than I could ask for. This is a first…” Malcolm’s voice trailed off, a note of pride evident in his tone.
The staff setting the table couldn’t help but snicker at his words, causing Reese to blush with embarrassment. Could you please adopt your boss demeanor? Your staff is laughing at you,” she whispered to Malcolm, concerned that his words might be misconstrued.
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However, Malcolm showed no signs of embarrassment. Instead, he wrapped an arm proudly around Reese. “I’m in my own home, doting on my own wife. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about.” His words were like honey, sweetening Reese’s heart.
“Alright then, give it a try. But don’t make any grand declarations now–you might regret them later,” she teased, lacking the courage to taste it first.
Malcolm, who had been confidently reassuring, braced himself for the worst. He couldn’t let his wife’s effort go to waste. Picking up a fork, he took a bite, his brow furrowing instantly.
“What’s wrong?” Reese inquired, noticing his reaction. Malcolm gazed into his wife’s eyes, sparkling with hope and anticipation, and just couldn’t bear to let her down–or risk her refusing to cook for him ever again.
He forced a smile. “It’s not bad at all, really tasty! Maybe the presentation could use some work, but it definitely has a great flavor.” The truth was, it was tough, overly salty, and slightly burnt.
Reese had a knack for picking up the slightest twitches, and right now, Malcolm’s facial muscles were betraying him. She snatched the chopsticks from Malcolm’s hand, “Don’t force yourself, even I can tell it’s not good.”
Malcolm paused, then quickly reclaimed the chopsticks. “No one said it’s not good. I think it’s delicious,” he retorted, sitting down and starting to eat with apparent gusto, leaving the nearby staff at a loss for words..
Malcolm suddenly held out his bowl. “Clara, could you please get me some more rice?”
“Sir,” Clara hesitated.
“Please, I’m starving after a long day at the office,” Malcolm urged.
Without another word, Clara took his bowl and hurried off to get him rice.
Reese watched as Malcolm went to great lengths to avoid hurting her feelings, feigning enjoyment of a meal that was clearly subpar. This man… usually so sharp and wise, she knew he could have easily found an excuse to spare her the trouble.
She wasn’t unreasonable; after all, the meal wasn’t good by any standard. Reese reached for her chopsticks, only to find her hand caught by Malcolm.
“Don’t compete with me for this–I don’t have much.”
“I just want to try a bite,” she insisted, fully aware of what she’d cooked.
But Malcolm was resolute, “No way, you can’t. Every bite you take is one less for me.”
“What kind of logic is that, Malcolm? If I can’t have it, then neither of us should,” she declared.
Reese was about to take the plate away when Malcolm quickly grabbed her arm. “Stop, stop, stop! How can we waste what you’ve worked hard to make?”
She seized the chopsticks and quickly nabbed a bite, only to spit it out immediately.
Clara sighed. “Reese, I’ve told you before to use less salt.”
Reese turned with a puzzled look. “When did you tell me to use less salt?”
It seemed she hadn’t heard. Clara, resigned, suggested, “I can make you a new dish. Dinner time is approaching anyway.”
No…” Reese started, but she knew the meal was already a lost cause “Just do it.”
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Malcolm was about to decline, but Reese cut him off and turned to m. “Honey, let’s have some fruit first. To cleanse the palette: otherwise, it’d be overwhelmingly salty for sure..
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