"Who? Who did you cook for? Don't tell me it was for President Sutton again?"
Wyatt Crawford really has sharp eyes.
Eve Sherman collected her thoughts, didn't answer, and quietly returned to the living room.
That day, he showed no emotions, and he even finished a big bowl. After eating, nothing happened. How could it be as bad as Wyatt said?
It must be Wyatt talking nonsense.
The more Eve thought about it, the more uncertain she felt.
Was her cooking really that bad?
And Stellan Sutton actually ate it?
She had to admit, Stellan Sutton is indeed a refined gentleman.
He gave her plenty of face.
If it were another boss, the bowl of porridge would probably have been dumped on her head.
Thinking about it, Eve sighed softly.
Such a refined and elegant boss, yet he keeps a woman by his side, asking her to cover for him, to turn a blind eye and pretend not to see it.
It's hard to judge.
Eve's mind wandered with all sorts of thoughts, and before long, Wyatt's steak was ready.
