Chapter 39
When Edward brought Sharon home, Macle was already busy in the kitchen.
Edward walked in, stood close to Macie, and watched her roast vegetables while sneakily stealing a piece of braised beef. Their bodies were almost touching.
Sharon clenched her teeth as she watched from the doorway. She didn’t know if it was just her imagination, but she thought that Edward seemed to be getting closer to Madle ever since she returned.
“May, what are you making? It smells so good!” Sharon smiled as she walked in and squeezed between them. Seriously, Ed. How could you make her cook right after she got back? You’re treating her like a maid,” she added, pretending to stand up for Macie.
Macie remained indifferent. She picked up on Sharon’s disguised mockery.
“It’s her duty to cook,” Edward replied matter–of–factly.
“I bet you don’t like my cooking! Poor you. Having to eat what I made while May was in the hospital for two weeks, “Sharon teased.
“Nonsense. Your cooking is fine. But now that Macie is back, cooking is her job again. Go change your clothes,” Edward responded.
Macie had no interest in their back–and–forth. Without saying a single word, she flicked her spatula, sending a shrimp flying in the air.
Edward, who noticed this from the corner of his eye, quickly pulled Sharon aside before the oil splattered on her white dress.
“Can’t you be more careful?” He frowned at Macie.
“My apologies. The spatula was too light. The kitchen is small, so please take your conversation elsewhere,” Macie replied coldly.
Edward led Sharon out. As they walked away, their conversation could still be heard in the kitchen.
“Ed, May didn’t mean to do that. The spatula was the problem, really. Don’t overthink it.”
“You wouldn’t know! Stay away from her. She poured hot soup on you last time.”
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Macie coldly smirked when she heard this. It never failed to amaze her how the despicable couple could always come up with new ways to frame her.
Edward frowned slightly. He had never said anything like that to Macle before.
He turned his head slightly to gauge Macie’s reaction, sadness was to be found.
He only stared at her, seemingly in disbelief.
only to see her remain completely indifferent. Not a trace of
“Ugh… It’s so salty…” Sharon suddenly gagged and spat out the food, frowning.
As Edward immediately looked at her, Sharon gave him an apologetic smile.
“Sorry. I probably prefer milder–tasting food.”
“But I tasted it earlier, and the seasoning was just right,” Edward said before taking a bite himself. A second later, he, too, grimaced and spat it–out.

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