Her Secret Mate

Chapter 37 Defense

Olivia didn't want to give the opportunity to Fiona. Once she had the chance to perform well in front of

Phil, all her hard work these days would be in vain.

"You go out. I said I would cook. I don't need your charity."

"Are you kidding me? Do you think I will help you?"

The kitchen was big enough. Olivia was not the only one who could cook here.

She avoided her and went to the other side of the kitchen.

As soon as Fiona wanted to open the fridge, Olivia immediately grabbed a lot of food materials, and

gave her a look, as if she was trying to scare the enemy. She thought, how could she beat her without

food materials? What a fancy dream.

Facing the pile of food in front of her, Olivia was worried. She didn't know how to deal with it at all. The

only way she could think of was to stop Fiona from bringing it into play.

There was a knock on the door behind them. The two looked at the handsome man almost at the same

time.

"Jeremy." Olivia tried to squeeze out her most beautiful smile.

Jeremy nodded slightly, but went straight to the place where Fiona was. He could not help but put his

hand on her hair and asked, "Are you hot?"

"A little."

She felt a little anxious to get into the kitchen, with her hair hanging loose.

"Wait for me."

Jeremy ran out immediately while Olivia was staring at his back crazily. He was so gentle in her eyes.

After a while, Jeremy came back. He reached out his long fingertips to tie her hair into a ponytail and

asked, "Is this okay?"

Fiona's face flushed red as she replied: "Of course. Just get out of here as soon as possible. I will be

busy and you can't just leave grandfather alone."

"Let me help you."

When Jeremy saw that there was no food materials in front of her, it would be a lie if she didn't need

any help.

He walked up to Olivia, but was pushed away by her as soon as his hand touched the food.

"Any problem?"

"Jeremy, I'm going to cook."

"Let go of me! Get out!" Jeremy directly ordered. He didn't want Fiona to look unhappy, so this was

what he could do for her.

Olivia was about to burst into tears, "Brother Jeremy..."

"I'm sorry. I'm not your brother."

After saying that, Jeremy carried all the food materials to Fiona. Olivia became very upset but she

could do nothing.

Jeremy took her as an invisible person and rolled up his sleeves to help Fiona.

As he helped, he asked Fiona carefully, "Don't you think that I am not magnanimous?"

"Of course not." In fact, she was deeply touched by him. However, she didn't expect that Jeremy would

do this for her. He even asked Olivia to leave directly without thinking.

If it were any other man, he wouldn't have been so confident.

But it was Jeremy. He was so domineering that there was no sense of haggling in him.

Oh God! Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder?

She lowered her head and continued cooking in silence. Jeremy was a good cook, not worse than her.

They quickly finished cooking when they cooked together.

Phil, who had been observing outside the kitchen for a long time, had a complicated look on his face.

Outside the kitchen, both Jonas and Melissa were lowering their heads. With a grievance in her mind,

Olivia came over and complained, "Grandpa Phil, that bitch tried to stop me from cooking. She took

credit for it. She's a bitch. She is not a good person.

A woman like her doesn't deserve Jeremy.

She's a scriptwriter, and she likes acting the most,"

Olivia kept talking. Jonas and Melissa winked at her, trying to stop her from talking. But she didn't get it.

All of a sudden, a voice came to her mind, making her unable to continue.

"Isn't acting your favorite thing?"

Speaking of this, there was confidence in her voice. She was a good scriptwriter, but Olivia was the one

who made a splash in the entertainment circle at a young age, and it seemed that she hadn't learned

much because she still didn't know the full level of acting.

"You..."

Olivia was pissed off. She hated being defeated every time. She had no choice but to look at Phil for

help.

"Be quiet. You can leave if you don't want to stay here," said Phil, who didn't speak much.

Olivia shook her head and immediately covered her mouth with both hands. As long as she could stay

here, she would not speak, which would not make her die.

The meal cooked by Jeremy and Fiona was really effective. Even Phil didn't say anything, but only

tasted it in silence.

A shadow of fear passed over Fiona's face.

Phil was keeping picking up the sweet and sour spareribs she cooked. He ate one and put one more

piece into his bowl.

Seeing that, her heart skipped a beat. Was Phil thinking about how to drive her away from Jeremy to

make a fuss about sweet and sour spareribs? If it was true, she thought that she could foresee her own

fate.

Noticing her embarrassment, Jeremy picked up a sweet and sour spareribs for Phil and said,

"Grandpa, the spareribs cooked by Fiona are very delicious."

"Yes."

With her eyes wide open, Fiona finally came to her sense. It was rare that Phil didn't say something

bad but agreed with Jeremy.

It was the first time that she felt so good about cooking. From this point of view, she had to appreciate

what Olivia had done to her in the past. If it weren't for her, she wouldn't have worked so hard on

cooking and cooked for herself.

Olivia also tasted a small piece. It tasted good. She looked at Fiona in disbelief.

She spit it out in a hurry and said on purpose, "It's too bad. Do you know how to cook? ."

It was an unnecessary move. Fiona didn't want to talk with her. She thought if she were Olivia, she

would have finished this meal quietly, not making a fuss about the dishes that Phil liked.

"Get out!" Phil roared irritably.

Jonas and Melissa put down their chopsticks and apologized in a hurry.

"Mr. Phil, Olivia is young and thoughtless."

"That's right. Olivia can cook indeed. She has no chance to cook, so she is anxious." Melissa had tried

her best to save her daughter's face. This was all she could do.

She knew clearly what kind of person her daughter was. She just didn't want her to be defeated so

miserably.

Hearing that, Phil wasn't so angry. Instead, he said, "I want to have a quiet meal. Please leave here."

"No, I won't go."

Olivia knew that if she left, Fiona would be complacent tonight. She didn't want to see her complacent

face.

Olivia was unwilling to give up and grabbed the table with both hands.

After picking up food for Fiona, Jeremy put the chopsticks on the table and said with a smile, "I own this

place, so I can choose to let you stay here or not."

Rita had just left, and then Olivia came. Did they have to go against him?

If he couldn't even protect his woman, probably he would send himself to heaven. Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

Noticing that they stood still, Jeremy stood up and made a gesture of seeing off the guests in person.

The Ling family had no choice but to leave.

Outside the room, Jonas couldn't help but criticize, "Where are your manners? You forgot all the

etiquettes that the teacher taught you? Do you look like a lady? "

Like a shrew, he would have exploded with rage if it weren't for Melissa's objection.

"And you! It's okay for you to dote on your daughter, but you can't spoil her."

As Olivia's father, he would defend her unconditionally in front of outsiders. However, he would say

whatever he wanted to say as long as the door was closed.

Unconvinced, Melissa raised her voice and argued with him. "Are you pitying Fiona? But unfortunately,

she is not the woman you like! "