Chapter 161: Let Me Cook For You
Chapter 161: Let Me Cook For You
(Matthew’s POV).
I glanced at Victoria Kane and Eleonora Redgrave, who had followed us to the door, my expression grim. The weight of their interference pressed down on me like a storm cloud.
“Olivia, what medical examination report?” Killian Vance asked at the opportune moment.
Olivia only looked at me. Her eyes held a mixture of hurt and determination that cut through me like silver.
“It was destroyed,” I said fla
“I’m going to get re–examined now,” Olivia declared, turning to walk out.
After another look at my mother and Eleonora, a heavy aura descended around me as I followed her. The air itself seemed to thicken with my barely contained fury.
Killian quickly tried to join us with Elara, but my sharp words stopped him cold. “It seems Professor Vance
has a lot of free time.”
Beta Tristan stepped in, politely but firmly blocking their path. “Perhaps you could continue with the food tasting? The Alpha King has urgent matters to attend to.”
The message was clear – they were not to follow.
In the back of the car, Olivia stared out the window, her face a thunderous mask. When I gently took her hand,
she immediately pulled it away.
“Was it my mother, or Eleonora who said something?” I asked, my hand resting on the seat, the veins on its
back prominent.
“We’ll talk after the examination,” Olivia replied, her voice cold and hoarse with restrained emotion. Unable to bear seeing her like this, I pulled her into my arms. She resisted, turning her head away.
“I’m fine,” she insisted, though I could sense the ache radiating from her.
It wasn’t from any physical ailment, but because of the doubt they’d planted in her mind about me. I wouldn’t let her pull away, cupping her chin to make her face me.
I saw her red–rimmed eyes, a tear trembling on her lashes. “Who made you angry?”
When she tried to push my hand away a silent struggle ensued between us. Her small hands were no match for my determination.
“Let go of me!” she finally choked out as a tear fell.
I relented, my hand moving to her back to hold her close as she buried her face in my chest. “Did they say your heart is bad?”
I murmured, unsure if it was my mother or Eleonora who had been fearmongering. “You haven’t had any heart trouble in three years.”
She sobbed, “No.”
Chapter 161 Let Me Cook
Gently, I chided her, “You believe them, but not me? It’s not good to be blased Calm down. If something is really wrong after the check–up, it won’t be too late to cry.”
At the infirmary, I waited in Master Healer Alistair’s office, my mood growing fouler by the minute. Every second that ticked by felt like an eternity.
I arranged for a female pack counselor, Dr. Aris Lowell, to visit Olivia at the Kane Estate that evening. When Olivia finally returned, she looked incredibly guilty.
“Lady Olivia’s body is perfectly fine, Alpha,” Beta Tristan reported.
I merely grunted an “M
and strode out of the office, my anger palpable. The relief should have calmed me, but knowing she’d doubted me still stung.
me, but the throng of people separated us. In her
In the crowded infirmary lobby, Olivia hurried after
confusion, a hand suddenly wrapped around her waist.
She shrieked, “p*****t!”
The crowd froze, staring at her and the man beside her. I looked mortified, quickly covering her mouth and whispering, “Hush, calm down…”
Beta Tristan had to sheepishly explain to the onlookers that it was just “a mated couple’s quarrel.” Olivia’s
face turned crimson with embarrassment.
After getting back in the car, I released her and leaned against the seat, my face dark. The silence stretched
between us like a chasm.
Olivia finally saw how angry I was. “I’m sorry,” she said softly, “I shouldn’t have believed Eleonora instead of you. It’s just that… last time in the medical room, you wouldn’t let me see the medical report and even destroyed it. I was a bit…”
“So it’s still my fault?” I interrupted.
“No, no! It’s my fault,” she said hastily, nervously grabbing my hand, “Don’t be angry, okay?”
I hummed in response, not quite ready to let her off the hook completely.
Just then, Beta Tristan sitting in the front seat spoke up. “Luna, the Alpha King just rushed over from the council hall, missing lunch and dinner.”
“When we get home, I’ll make you a deer stew, okay?” she offered desperately.
I leaned closer, my warm breath lightly brushing her ear, and whispered, “Okay.”
Back at the Sovereign’s Club, Olivia traight to the kitchen. From the sofa, I watched her clumsy, frantic
efforts with an amused smile.
went
She moved around the kitchen like a whirlwind, clearly out of her element. Pots clattered, ingredients scattered, and the scent of something burning began to fill the air.
After half an hour of chaos, she proudly presented the finished product. As she raised a spoonful to taste it herself, I caught her wrist and ate the stew from her spoon.
To spare her the ordeal, I forced a smile and said, “It’s delicious.”
The stew was, in a word, indescribable. I had forgotten she was a Luna who had never had to cook a day in her life.
Chapter 161: Let Me Cook….
“Then eat more,” she said, beaming as she watched me.
She was a beautiful sight, but the stew was inedible. I gently stroked her hair, a helpless fondness in my
eyes.
“Let me cook for you, little wolf.”
(Theodore’s POV)
In a dark bedroom at the Redgrave Manor, I stared at a giant screen, watching every interaction between
them through my surveillance network. The images burned into my retinas like acid.
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I remembered Olivia’s failed attempts to cook for Leo, how I had eaten her half–cooked creations just to make
her happy. Now, she was cooking for another man.
Seeing Matthew touch her face, seeing the shy blush on her cheeks, my fists clenched. The rage building
inside me threatened to consume everything in its path.
The Alpha’s Sentinel entered. “Alpha, the Luna had a full physical examination this afternoon. The results were all swapped by the Alpha King’s people.”
My voice was frigid. “He has a guilty conscience. He’s afraid to let my mate know her true condition.”
I hurled the remote control to the floor, the plastic shattering against the hardwood. Suddenly, on the screen, Matthew turned and looked directly into the camera, his gaze seeming to pierce through the screen and lock
onto mine.
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