Jojo and Coco's Unexpected Love

Chapter 21

Chapter 21 I’m Not Eating Any Food You Prepare

A satisfied smile crossed Ava’s face as she hung up the phone.

Under Ava’s guidance, Melody quickly reached out to a paparazzo and even went as far as to hire a team of internet trolls.

In the afternoon, Chloe was learning how to cook by following a tutorial on the Internet. When Joseph came home and saw her in the kitchen wearing an apron, listening to instructions on her phone, and putting various spices into the pot.

He said, “If you can’t cook, stop pretending. Food is meant to be eaten, not wasted.”

He did not want to eat takeout or poorly made food again.

Chloe turned to look at him, and a bashful smile appeared on her face. “Don’t worry. I think I did a pretty good job this time.”

Joseph glanced at the food she called “pretty good” and chuckled, “You can eat it. Remember to call an ambulance in advance if you do.”

“Come on, just give it a try. I promise I’ve gotten a lot better than last time!”

“No thank you,” Joseph replied as he took off his coat and hung it on the rack. “As I said, I won’t give you anything except money.”

Chloe froze for a moment. “I know that. But I had your spaghetti yesterday, so I decided to cook for you today. It’s just a matter of courtesy.”

“Suit yourself,” Joseph said. There was no emotion on his handsome face as he climbed the

stairs.

As the orange lights of sunset crossed the sky, the final beams of sunlight shone through the window onto Chloe’s face. A bitter expression pulled at the corners of her lips as she muttered, “Hmph. If you don’t feel like eating, then fine. I’ll just eat it all myself and let you starve!”

After an hour, she placed the three dishes and soup she had made on the dining table. Looking at the tightly closed door of the study on the second floor, she wrestled with herself for a moment and ultimately decided to knock on the door.

“Dinner’s ready. Would you like to come and have a bite?”

Silence answered her. Not a peep came from inside. Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

“Are you asleep? Jojo?”

As Joseph’s hand reached for his forehead, he rose to his feet and opened the door, gazing

down at Chloe. Their eyes met, and she could not help but feel a bit uneasy.

“I said I’m not eating the food you make. Why won’t

you understand?”

“I’m worried you’ll be hungry…”

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Joseph fell silent, staring at her with his piercing gaze. It had only been a few seconds, but Chloe felt like an eternity had passed.

Feeling at a loss for what to do, she impulsively grabbed his hand and said, “Come on, let’s go. The food’s getting cold.”

To her surprise, Joseph’s hand was not as cold as she expected. It was big, warm, a sense of reassurance.

and gave her

She did not dare to turn around to see the expression on Joseph’s face. She just silently prayed inside her heart and hoped that he would not get angry at her.

Joseph obediently followed her downstairs and sat at the dining table for some inexplicable reason. Chloe’s heart pounded as she put a piece of steak on Joseph’s plate. She looked at him with hopeful eyes and said, “Try it.”

Joseph unconsciously wiggled his fingers as if he was feeling the warmth that Chloe had left on

him.

“Eat up.”

Chloe watched nervously as he took a bite. She then raised three fingers and made a solemn promise. “If it doesn’t taste good, I swear I won’t force you to eat my cooking anymore!”

With time on her side, she was determined to master the art of cooking and win over Joseph’s heart and stomach. After that, she would exact her revenge.

Under Chloe’s earnest gaze, Joseph leisurely picked up a piece of steak with his fork and put it in his mouth, savoring it. The meat was succulent with a crispy outer layer. It was a culinary achievement worth praising for a beginner.

Joseph’s eyes flickered with surprise, and he paused before saying, “Not bad.”

“Right?! I also think it’s pretty good. It’ll be even better after I’ve tried a few more times!” Chloe’s eyes sparkled with a hint of pride on her delicate face, making her look adorable.

Joseph looked up and asked, “You plan to cook every day from now on?”

“Yeah. You always come back late from work, and it’s inconvenient for the cook to come over all the time. I can cook at home anytime, anywhere. Isn’t it more convenient?”

In addition to securing her position as Joseph’s wife, Chloe also did not want to rely on takeout food. Besides, she would feel embarrassed about constantly mooching meals.