Chapter 1585
“Poor Talbot!
He has to worry about his commanding officer blowing his top constantly. He cooked and cleaned, and now he still has to do the dishes. ‘
Soon, Wesley brought the fruit platter out to the table. But when Blair saw it, her face twitched. He simply had no cutting skills at all! The apple was simply cut in half. The dragon fruit was in large, uneven pieces.
He didn’t even remove the cantaloupe seeds.
Blair began to wonder whether Wesley could even cook. Maybe he wasn’t exaggerating about how bad he was.
“Why aren’t you eating?” Wesley asked when Blair didn’t move.
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Seeing no other choice, Blair speared a piece of dragon fruit with her fork. It took her five bites to finish it!
Instead of wondering if he cut it right, Wesley rolled his eyes and spat, “You could’ve finished it in one bite. If you didn’t want it, then why did I make it?” In order to prove himself, he picked up a piece of dragon fruit and ate it in one bite.
“No, I’m full. I left it for you to enjoy,” Blair explained in a hurry.
Wesley looked at the kitchen, and Talbot was still washing the dishes.
They could clearly hear the clatter of dishes and utensils, not to mention the running water.
“Real men don’t eat sliced fruit!” Wesley said, deliberately loud enough for Talbot to hear. And Wesley wasn’t finished yet.
“Wuss!” he snapped.
Blair couldn’t believe her ears.
“Seriously? Is he trying to mess with me?’ She took a deep breath to calm down.
“Are you trashing fruit? How is a man supposed to eat fruit, then?” she asked in a calm voice.
It took a Herculean effort to keep her voice even, because deep inside, she was quite unhappy.
“Like this!” Wesley took a piece of apple which had been cut in half, and took a large bite. He ate so much of it that only a smaller bite would be needed to finish it off. Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.
Blair’s eyes almost popped out of her head.
She also realized Wesley was in a bad mood and would find something to bitch about no matter what she said or did. She decided that saying nothing was better than having her head bitten off.
But she was wrong. Wesley was not trying to mess with her. For some reason, he was angry at Talbot, calling him a wuss. What a way to repay him for that delicious meal he cooked!
When Talbot finished washing the dishes and left the kitchen, his jaw dropped when he saw the fruit platter. He picked up a hunk of dragon fruit and looked at it, a dubious Look on his face.
“Chief, did you use a pickax to cut this?” he joked.
Wesley was boiling with rage.
“Fuck off. I worked my ass off to make this.”