Marrying

After catching wind of their chat, Julian finally felt relieved. It seemed like even if Matthew wasn’t loaded, he was pretty nice to Valerie. 

Their mom might scoff at Matthew for being broke, but Julian figured it was better Valerie married an average guy. If she married into wealth. there’d be too many rules, and they might look down on her. But now, if she ever needed help, Julian could step in. As long as Matthew treated her right, being poor wasn’t a big deal. 

Valerie cooked a big lunch, but they got sidetracked, leaving dishes untouched. No biggie, they could reheat them for dinner. The leftover meats could freeze, veggies in the crisper, but the issue was the organic fish and shrimp were still fresh. 

Valerie fetched two basins, separating the fish and shrimp and placing them on the balcony in fresh water. “Hey, shrimp, you’re pretty cute,” 

Matthew narrowed his eyes, wondering why she was chatting up the shrimp. First, it was the hamster, now shrimp. And who kept live organic fish and shrimp as pets? They were simply for eating. 

Matthew sighed at her soft heart, considering custom tanks for the fish and shrimp, but then realized they’d need separate setups due to their different habitats. 

The next morning, when Matthew came out of his room, Valerie was already plating food. Seeing him, she greeted him with a bright smile. “Morning, Mr. Grant. Just in time for breakfast.” 

“Morning” Matthew took a seat at the table as Valerie set down a plate in front of him. It was spaghetti. 

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they having spaghetti today! But he recalled her mentioning egg wich and waffles yesterday. 

Hungry and enticed by the aroma. Matthew dug in. The spaghetti looked appetizing. Taking a bite, he savored the burst of flavors from the fish and shrimp, satisfying his taste buds. 

Unsure if it was just his imagination, he felt Valerie’s gaze seemed particularly eager today. 

“Mr. Grant, how is it?” she asked right away. 

“Pretty tasty.” Matthew replied truthfully. 

“Phew, as long as it tastes good. It’s my first time making spaghetti, so I was a bit worried it’d turn out terrible, Valerie exclaimed with relief. 

He’d thought she just heated up store–bought ones, but she actually made it herself. The meat was fresh and tasty. Wait… “Did you make it all yourself?” he asked. 

“Yup, I got up early to clean and prep the fish and shrimp. Gotta keep it fresh, right? Apart from it, 1 made a few other dishes with the leftover meat.” Valerie finished speaking and pulled out two lunchboxes from seemingly nowhere. “So, how about we take lunch to the office? 

After that, she glanced up at him, catching another Beeting smile at the corner of his lips. She couldn’t help but ask curiously, “What’s so funny?” Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

He didn’t see that coming. Yesterday, when she called the shrimps “cute,” he thought she was planning to keep them as pets. Today, he realized she just meant they looked delicious when she said “cute.” 

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