Mr. CEO's Ex-Wife: A Cunning Comeback-Chapter 113 - : Making Breakfast For Her

Daniel ignored Philip and walked to the kitchen. He tossed the burnt pancakes into the trash and grabbed a new pan from the cabinet. He prepared the ingredients, and soon, the rich aroma of pancakes filled the air.

Philip's jaw dropped. He couldn't believe it. No one would ever believe that The Demon King of Easthan could make pancakes. Drawn by the smell, he approached Daniel.

Not only did they smell amazing, but they looked perfect too. Kane didn't say a word but he just started eating.

"Daniel, when did you learn to cook? I had no idea," Philip said behind him.

He lingered near the stove, waiting for the next pancake. If it weren't wrong to fight a child for food, he would have asked Daniel for the first bite.

"I learned when I was bored. Do you believe me now?" Daniel asked.

"Believe what?" Philip asked, rolling his eyes.

"That men who can't cook will never get married," Daniel replied.

"Bold of you to say that! You're not married either," Philip scoffed.

"That's not true. Chantelle and I were never divorced. So, she's still my wife," Daniel said, placing a freshly made pancake on a celadon plate.

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Kane paused mid-bite when he heard Daniel's words. His mom had never told him they weren't divorced. He quickly thought having a father who could cook wasn't so bad. So, he pretended not to hear anything and kept eating.

Since Daniel rescued him and Chantelle, Kane's opinion of his father had changed.

Daniel wasn't just handsome but he was rich too. When he saved them, Kane saw him as a superhero. If his mom chose to stay with his dad, Kane wouldn't object.

"Whatever. I can't compete with you. But I doubt your legal wife wants to stay with you," Philip said, envious. He would have said more, but the sight of fresh pancakes forced him to shut his mouth.

Then, the plate of pancakes vanished.

Philip snapped back to reality and saw Daniel standing in the elevator, holding the plate.

"Daniel, what are you doing? If you're leaving, fine! But at least leave the pancakes! Let me have a bite!" Philip protested.

Daniel remained straight-faced. "Thanks for reminding me, Philip. To keep my wife from leaving me, I'll personally deliver these pancakes made with love to her."

When Philip rushed forward, Daniel pressed the button.

The elevator doors shut in his face.

Daniel entered the treatment room with the plate of pancakes.

Chantelle slowly opened her eyes as the warm aroma filled the air.

"Good. You're awake. Have something to eat," Daniel said. He placed the plate on the table along with a glass of warm chocolate milk.

"You made these?" Chantelle asked. She noticed he was still wearing an apron.

Daniel had changed so much in the past five years. It was hard to believe he was the same man from before.

"That's right. Rai was hungry, so I made some for you too," Daniel said, pulling out a chair for her.

"Thanks," she said as she walked toward the table. She glanced at the pancakes but decided to wash up first.

Inside the washroom, she saw toiletries and skincare products, all brand new. They were the same brands she used back at Western Hill Villa. It was clear they had been prepared just for her.

She looked through the products and chose a mild facial cleanser.

Removing the bracelet from her wrist, she poured a few drops of golden liquid onto her palm and mixed it with the cleanser. She gently applied it to her face.

After a minute, her skin was clean and free of makeup.

Chantelle stared at her reflection in the mirror. She felt both familiar and distant to herself. It had been a long time since she had gone without makeup.

Meanwhile, Daniel went upstairs to prepare a glass of fresh strawberry juice as he waited.

When he returned to the treatment room, he stopped in his tracks. Seeing Chantelle without makeup left him stunned. It was her—her true self, standing right in front of him.

"Daniel, you know I'm not dead, right? And I didn't kill your grandpa," Chantelle said.

"Yes, I know," Daniel admitted. He had known for a long time, but he had been too afraid to face it.

"In that case, can you let me go?" Chantelle asked.

Let her go? 

Daniel felt as if a knife had pierced his chest.

He had never thought of hurting her, so how could he let her go?

"Please, Daniel. Let me go," Chantelle said. "The truth has proven that I owe you nothing. I almost died once, and if anything, you owe me instead. But that's in the past. Let's leave it behind. Let me take the child and leave. I promise I'll never bother you again."

"You're leaving? Where will you go?" Daniel asked.

A flicker of anxiety appeared in his eyes as he looked at the woman in front of him.

"You don't need to know that," Chantelle said. "All you need to know is that I'll never bother you again. That should be enough, right? After all, you've always despised me."

She had let go of her hatred, but one thing remained clear—Daniel loathed her.

To him, she was nothing more than an eyesore.

Even if she was no longer a suspect, she wasn't the old Ms. Chantelle that the Wilson family had once treated with kindness.

Since Kane had sent Daniel the video of her conversation with Kate on the hilltop, she could no longer hide her identity.

How could she possibly deserve the breakfast he had made for her?

"Chantelle Bently, who told you I've always hated you?" Daniel asked.

"Isn't it true?" Chantelle hesitated for a moment.

"What makes you think I'll let you take the child?"

"I gave birth to him, so I must take him with me," she said firmly.

She had endured false accusations, rejection, and even near death. But when it came to her child, she would not back down.

She had to take Rai with her. Her little boy had suffered too much under Daniel's care all these years.

"I had a hand in his conception. I'm not agreeing to this," Daniel said, taking a satisfied sip of the strawberry juice he had made for her.

"You..." Chantelle was speechless.

What a shameless man!