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Erica was speechless. She retorted in a low voice, "I think you have been sent into my life to help me grow and develop into a better person." The thought wasn\'t exactly wrong. He had made her realize that someone could be as cold and domineering as he was. However, he changed the topic.

"For the last time, are you going to eat hot pot or not?" he asked.

Erica shook her head and boldly made a demand despite Matthew\'s gloomy face. "I want to eat some noodles, and I want you to make them for me!" \'Men like Matthew tend to be perfect. Even if they aren\'t they want to be. I haven\'t tasted his cooking yet, but he must be good, \' she was thinking.

Casting a cold glance at her, Matthew replied, "Alright, but just this once."

"Deal!" Erica chuckled. But then...

"Hang on! Aren\'t you drunk? Are you sober enough to cook?"

A faint trace of emotion flashed through Matthew\'s eyes, but it was gone long before Erica could see it clearly. Then came the assurance which was not assuring enough. "You frightened me just now. So much that I got sober instantly."

"That\'s good! Now, go. Go cook something for me." She couldn\'t wait to taste something he made.

He stood up from the edge of the bed and heard her add, "Hey Matthew, you look dashing no matter what you wear! If you keep working hard, then maybe you will become the most handsome man ever! Maybe then even Aaron won\'t be able to hold a candle against you."

Her tone had been naughty, but Matthew merely began to take off his jacket with his back to her. Then he sneered, "I don\'t care!"

Erica rolled her eyes. \'Hum! Such an arrogant man!\'

When he went downstairs, she followed him into the kitchen.

Before opening the walk-in fridge, which opened on the left side of the kitchen, he looked back at her. She was seemingly excited. He asked, "What are you doing here?"

"I am going to find something to eat before the noodles are ready. I know it can take a while." The fridge was at least twenty square meters large. Even if she didn\'t get something to eat there, it would still feel pretty great to see its magnitude.

The last time she had visited his villa, she had wanted to see the fridge but then had forg

ce, but she never noticed that. She was busy inspecting the ham package which had a lot of English stuff written on it.

She turned the package around and found a price tag on.

\'43 dollars... Just one slice? That\'s expensive!\' She looked at the ham in his hand in astonishment. Just how much could it be? Fifty grams, maybe? 43 dollars for that? What was this meat? Some sacred stuff or what?

Erica figured that if Wesley ever came to know that they were living such a luxurious life, he would come and beat up Matthew.

She silently left the kitchen, chewing a cherry she had just put in. While on her way, she spat out the seed into the kitchen trash can.

About half an hour later, Matthew put a bowl of noodles on the table and called her out. She was texting Rhea in the living room. "Your noodles are ready."

"Coming!"

Erica put her phone away immediately and ran into the dining room. Just as she was about to sit down, Matthew came back from the kitchen with a plate of sliced cantaloupe covered with some ham, and ordered, "Go wash your hands first!"

She waved at him. "I just washed them."

"When?"

"When I washed the cherries." Erica wondered why the fuss.

"Go wash them again!" he ordered.

\'Why is he so obsessed with cleanliness and washing hands?\' She glanced at the seafood noodles, hesitated and argued, "Do I really have to? I am not going to eat with my hands anyway..." She was not a cleanliness freak.

Matthew insisted, "Yes! Wash them!"

She sighed in exasperation, and took a whiff of the noodles before reluctantly going to wash her hands.