Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

It was Yolanda.

With arms crossed and a sweeping gaze, Yolanda's eyes finally settled on the apron wrapped around Remington's chest, and she couldn't help but remark, with no intention of being polite.

"Wow, the CEO of Starlight Group moonlighting as a short-order cook? That's a rare sight. Too bad my girl Liz isn't into that."Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

Saying so, she strutted inside, leaving Cedric at the doorstep, holding a bag, his head bowed, not daring to look anywhere. Afraid of offending the boss's charming demeanor and getting shipped off to some backwater assignment.

Remington, with his cool and handsome face, didn't let Yolanda's jibes ruffle him.

He took off his apron and instructed Cedric, "Come in, I haven't had breakfast yet."

Thinking of how Cedric had sent the video to Lizetta, his tone was softer than usual.

Cedric, sensing his boss was in a good mood, felt a bit more at ease. But as he was about to step in, Lizetta called out.

"It's not convenient for me to help Mr. Dashiell change here. We're about to have breakfast. Mr. Dashiell, if you don't mind, you're free to leave now."

Remington turned around, only to find that Yolanda had taken his seat and was picking at the bowl of noodles he had prepared for himself.

She really did treat him like a personal chef.

Cedric saw it too and silently lowered his head again.

Looks like the boss's breakfast was hijacked?

Yolanda gripped her utensil tightly, struggling under Remington's intense stare. Holding onto her fork was hard enough.

She watched Remington warily, half expecting him to walk over, grab the noodle bowl, and dump it over her head.

However, Remington just stood there silently for a moment before his lips curved into a somewhat friendly smile. "See if it's to your liking, Ms. Yolanda."

Yolanda, "..."

She felt goosebumps rising and immediately looked at Lizetta, seeking answers with her eyes.

What's going on? Did he poison it?

With Remington acting like this, how could Yolanda dare to eat?

Lizetta was also a bit stunned, not expecting Remington to hold his ground like that.

At this moment, Remington stepped

forward, slightly leaned over to. lock of Lizetta's hair beside

and tucked it behind her ea

"The taste should be decent; I mainly wanted to cook for you. As long as you eat, I don't mind if I don't. You and Ms. Yolanda enjoy your meal, I'm off to work."

With that, he walked toward the dining room.

He hung the apron back on the hook next to the fridge, opened the fridge to take a glance, grabbed a baguette, and turned back to Lizetta. "Do you mind if I take this?"

Lizetta, "..."

Without waiting for her response, Remington headed for the door, taking Cedric with him.

The door closed behind them, leaving silence in its wake.

Yolanda was the first to snap out of her daze, clicking her tongue.

"Has he been around too many influencers that he's picked up their skills?"

Lizetta pressed her lips together, looking down, "I don't know, let's just eat."

She had sent a message to Yolanda on WhatsApp earlier, inviting her up for breakfast.

She had wanted to drive Remington away, but his reaction was beyond her expectations.

It made Lizetta feel like punching a pillow, frustrated and somewhat guilty.

Lately, she seemed to often feel this way.

"Are you sure this pasta is safe to eat? I mean, badass Remington cooking? And it actually looks pretty good..."

Yolanda stirred the pasta, which was egg, mushroom, and shrimp.

It appeared to be well-made, even seemingly handmade.

Despite witnessing it herself, Yolanda found it hard to connect this bowl of pasta with Remington.

Lizetta looked up, saw Yolanda hesitant to take a bite, and reached for a spoonful to feed her.

The rich and savory tasted

in her mouth, leaving Yolanda wide-eyed and astonished. She quickly picked up her utensils and devoured the meal like a storm.