Marrying The Supposed Gold Digger (Valerie)

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Valerie made spaghetti frittata with truffle pil.

At least four eggs were used, each cooked to a golden brown exterior without being overly burnt, retaining a tender texture.

In addition to eggs, Valerie also added small piec sausages and asparagus to the spaghetti frittata. The sausages added fragrance, while the asparagus removed greasiness. Drizzling with fresh truffle oil added a light brown layer to the frittata, making it more appetizing than regular spaghetti frittata.

There were two small compartments on the side of the food container. In one compartment, she put lettuce shreds, and in the other compartment, there was roasted broccoli with garlic and salt. The soup jar contained tomato soup.

One could tell that Valerie was considerate and attentive. Because the spaghetti frittata was greasy, the side dishes and soup were the kind that were meant to counteract that greasiness. She was concerned that Matthew would feel uncomfortable eating it.

Matthew frowned. At this moment, he was feeling a bit regretful for giving the food container to Charles.

But once something was given away, there was no reason to take it back. Besides, he had already ordered a meal, so he did not say anything to stop Charles. However, his already cold expression looked much colder than usual at this moment, with his thin lips almost pursing into a straight line.

His secretary came in to deliver some documents. When she looked up and met his gaze, she was immediately startled, so much so that she did not even dare to gasp. She lowered her head and put down the documents before leaving hurriedly, seemingly afraid that she would be devoured by him if she was any slower.

Matthew could not help but rub the space between his eyebrows. He couldn’t quite pinpoint why he was feeling a bit irritable at the moment. ‘Maybe I’m hungry?‘ he thought.

Fortunately, the secretary knocked on the door again after a while. “Mr. Grant, the meal is here,” she said.

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“Put it on the table, he said.

Matthew heaved a sigh of relief. He had only drunk a cup of black coffee in the morning and was indeed a little hungry. Recently, hhad been eating breakfast every day. He did not expect that not eating it for day would actually cause him to feel irritable. But now that lunch had arrived. ured eating it would solve

the problem.

The meal was a special offering from a high–end gourmet restaurant. The meal that Matthew ordered was a low–fat meal which excluded carbohydrates. Besides salads, there were meat and high–quality fruits.

Matthew skillfully cut open a lemon, sprinkled its juice on the grilled beef tenderloin, and then sliced it with a knife and fork.

But after eating a piece, he could not help but frown slightly….

He thought, ‘Is grilled beef tenderloin supposed to taste like this? Why didn’t I find it unpleasant in the past?”

Matthew then involuntarily ate a slice of chicken breast, which was lightly marinated with black pepper. No matter how it was cooked, the dry and fibrous texture of the chicken breast was hard to conceal. It was similar to before. But in the past, he did not find this texture fishy and unappetizing. Now, it was indeed hard to swallow.

He immediately furrowed his brows tightly.

He finally had to admit that although he had only been eating with Valerie for a few days, his palate had been refined by Valerie, making him more picky about food.

Matthew put down his knife and fork with displeasure. He could not help but lift his eyes and look toward the louvered window not far away. He could vaguely see Charles holding the food container and eating with relish… And the box lunch in that food container was supposed to be his.

He thought, ‘What should I do? I suddenly feel like deducting Charles’s salary.

Just then, his phone rang.

“Hello,” he said.

“Hello, is this Mr. Grant? You have an international air express delivery that has arrived and requires you to personally sign for it. Can you please come. downstairs?”

Although the person on the other end of the line was pretending to be serious, Matthew frowned slightly. His tone carried a sense of threat as he said, “Lindsey, where did you get my number?”

This was his personal number. It was not publicly disclosed, and only his family had it. In addition to that, Valerie also had it.

“Oh my, you still manage to find out,” Lindsey said. “Matthew, you’re too sharp. I thought I had gotten really good at imitating the way of speaking of a courier staff. How come you managed to find out so quickly?”

Her endearing tone was very soft, but Matthew frowned even deeper, wanting to hang up right away.

She said, “Wait, Matthew. Wait!

Lindsey could tell that Matthew was about to hang up. Before Matthew did so, she immediately adopted a pitiful tone and said, “Matthew, every time I came to look for you recently, you ignored me and didn’t answer my calls. I finally managed to get your personal number, but you can’t even be bothered to talk to me. Do you hate me?” NôvelDrama.Org owns all © content.

Matthew’s eyes were cold as he said, “You should know the reason.”

Lindsey’s voice weakened as she said, “Matthew, you still can’t get over my sister, right…”

A name flashed across Matthew’s mind, and his gaze instantly turned even colder. He then hung up immediately.