The President's Accidental Wife novel Chapter 685

"Wow. You're a great cook. Look at this fusion; it's almost five-stars." Billy was amazed for she had never been a good cook.

"Hush, try it and let me know how's the taste." Sherman looked at him with anticipation.

Billy raised his brows and squinted his eyes as though he was prepared to die of poison. Sherman was annoyed by his gimmick and slapped his back.

He shrugged and ate a mouthful of noodles. It didn't taste bad but delicious. He gave her a thumbs-up and began to gobble up the meal.

"Slow down and drink some of the soup. It should taste quite well." She smiled and felt a sense of gratification.

At first, she couldn't understand why Summer loved cooking. She didn’t like the hassle. But now, as she observed his appetite, she felt inexplicably accomplished.

'I see. This is what it feels like to cook for the one I love. It’s feels good with satisfaction and bliss."

Billy ate nothing since noon and drank a lot of wine in the evening. He was indeed famished, and he cleaned up the meal without leaving a drop of soup.

"Wash your bowl, please." Sherman said. Her belly was really showing. She was exhausted after preparing his meal.

"I'm tired. Leave it there. Let the housekeeper wash it when she comes tomorrow. I'll go take a bath." Billy stretched his limbs and went into the bathroom.

Sherman couldn’t bear to see the place messy with unwashed dishes. She couldn't be at ease when dirty things were lying around.

She got up and carried the bowl into the kitchen. It was just a bowl, and she quickly washed it. Then, she waited for Billy because she had not yet bathed.

As time went by, her father became a henpecked male. She seldom returned home and would only do s o due to inevitable reasons.

There was silence for a moment. Then, he said, "You don't lack money. We’re living in a slump, and you're living in a villa. My dear, don't you have the slightest bit of sympathy?"

"Dad! Even though I am not lacking but that is Billy's money; it isn't mine! He worked hard for it, and it's not something that falls from the sky; he earned them diligently. When I got married, mom asked for a huge dowry, but in the end, the gifts I brought weren’t even presentable. You don’t know how mad his mother was!"

It didn't matter if these were not mentioned. But now that they were, Sherman felt wronged.

"They are wealthy. They weren't lacking the gifts we prepared. Besides, it might even be embarrassing if w e prepared the wrong things. There was nothing that could be done."

"Why are you only concerned about your esteem. It was your daughter's wedding. Even if the gifts are not great, it's the heart that matters!" Sherman argued.