Will the Aloof Billionaire Divorce Today?-Chapter 491: The Temper Is Really Getting Worse

In the kitchen—

Scarlett Yates was making her specialty dish, tomato egg noodle.

When she first learned how to cook, she specifically picked the easiest and most practical dishes to practice, such as tomato egg noodle, and other dishes like tomato fried eggs, green pepper potato slices, and fried rice with eggs.

Among these dishes, Scarlett’s tomato egg noodle was the best, and the one she was most confident in showcasing.

An entire golden fried egg, bright red tomato soup, noodles with a perfect chewy texture, and finally, a sprinkle of fresh green scallions...

She had just placed the cooked noodles on the dining table when the bedroom door opened with a click.

Matthew Saxon yawned lazily, stretching as he walked over to her, like a cat searching for food, drawn by the aroma: "What did you cook?"

"Noodles."

Maybe the bed was too small, as he seemed uncomfortable and kept massaging his neck and forehead when he came out: "Is this your specialty dish?"

He raised an eyebrow, sauntering over.

"If you don’t like it, you don’t have to eat it." Scarlett didn’t mean to sound defensive, though.

Before serving the noodles, she tasted them; the flavor wasn’t amazing, but not inedible either.

But she knew how picky Matthew could be...

Serving him a bowl of noodles, she wasn’t sure if he’d buy it.

Matthew thought she was angry, smirking with twinkling eyes full of humor as he looked at her: "Just asked you a question, and you’re angry? Your temper is really getting worse."

"I’m serious." Scarlett, realizing he misunderstood, explained, "If you really don’t like it, don’t force yourself. Actually, I don’t really know what you like to eat."

Matthew walked to the table.

Having just woken up, his hair was a bit messy, and his drowsy Peach Blossom Eyes curved slightly: "Anything Scarlett cooks, I like."

Scarlett blushed, coughed lightly to hide her embarrassment: "Then eat it while it’s hot, I’ll go tidy up the kitchen."

Matthew responded lazily.

When Scarlett finished cleaning the kitchen and came out, she saw Matthew frowning while eating her tomato egg noodle.

Judging by the bowl, he had eaten barely one-fifth of it.

Scarlett sighed, walked over, and pushed the bowl aside: "Don’t eat it anymore."

"Actually, it’s not that bad." Matthew looked up, put down his chopsticks, trying to comfort her.

Such consolation doesn’t make a difference if unsaid, Scarlett certainly wasn’t convinced.

The idea that a loved one’s cooking, regardless of how terrible, should be devoured with happiness and praised as delicious just wouldn’t happen between Matthew and her.

Matthew’s face, as if he were taking medicine, already betrayed his true feelings.

"Shouldn’t you be heading back?" Scarlett glanced at the wall clock, then added, "It’s getting late."

Matthew also glanced at the wall, then turned his gaze back to her and smiled: "It’s only nine o’clock, still early."

Scarlett’s heart skipped a beat; she suddenly felt nervous at Matthew’s smile, and it took her a moment before she blurted out, "I have work tomorrow."

"I know." He sat steadily, not moving an inch.

Scarlett took a deep breath, "I need to rest early."