The Unstoppable Comeback Of the Unrivaled Ex-Wife-Chapter 342 - 338

"Joanna was so embarrassed. She glared at the two kids and said, "That’s enough, you two. No matter how approachable Mr. Q is, he’s still your elder, so don’t be rude. You can’t boss him around."

Adie turned around and put on a somber expression. "Mommy, you’re such a hopeless romantic. You haven’t even married him yet, but you’re already protecting him."

Joanna: "..."

’Dear Lord, please make a hole appear in the ground so that I can bury myself in it! My son is trying to embarrass me to death!’

"These two kids are very naughty and lack manners. Please don’t take it to heart."

She glanced at Mr. Q, feeling extremely awkward.

Although she and Mr. Q were no longer strangers, their relationship had not reached this level of intimacy. Moreover, he was her creditor, so she could not be too impolite to him.

Surprisingly, Mr. Q did not mind at all. He even kind of liked it. He placed his long arm on Joanna’s shoulder and asked with a smile, "It doesn’t matter, a husband should treat his wife well. Who’s causing you problems? Tell me and I’ll take care of them for you."

Joanna’s smile froze. She lowered her voice and said, "What are you doing? The kids are just fooling around. Don’t go crazy with them."

Mr. Q also lowered his voice and said, "Since we’re acting, we should try to make it look as realistic as possible or the children wouldn’t believe us."

He added, "What would you like to eat? Your future husband will make it for you."

Joanna was indeed hungry. As if to prove that point, her stomach growled. She did not want to pretend to not be hungry anymore. She swallowed hard and asked, "Do you know how to make steaks? I suddenly feel like having a steak today."

"What a coincidence. I happen to have bought some prime sirloin steaks."

"Prime sirloin steaks?"

Joanna’s eyes widened unconsciously. The image of Ace eating a steak suddenly popped into her head.

’Who wrote this damn script?! This is too damn big of a coincidence!’

However, knowing that Ace was enjoying his steak with Seraphina Crawford right now, the thought of eating a steak personally made by Mr. Q instantly made Joanna feel a bit better.

After all, no matter how delicious the food served in a restaurant was, it was not as precious as the food that someone made specifically for you!

"Abby, Adie, the moon is round and bright today. Didn’t your teacher ask you to moongaze? Why don’t you two go out with Nancy now to do just that?"

Nancy quickly agreed to take the two children out in order to create a chance for Joanna and Mr. Q to spend time alone.

The two children were very smart too. They left the house quickly without giving Joanna a chance to catch up.

Therefore, Joanna and Mr. Q were left alone in the apartment. The atmosphere became somewhat intimate.

"Well, since they’re not here anymore, we can stop pretending. Let’s act normally."

Joanna moved slightly further away from Mr. Q to open up a distance between them that was appropriate for a man and a woman who were not lovers.

Mr. Q’s attitude also became slightly more distant. He put away the ingredients while saying, "I know. Don’t misunderstand, I acted that way with you purely for the sake of making the children happy. I don’t have that kind of intention."

"Good to know."

Joanna chuckled awkwardly. She might have overthought it.

Mr. Q brought the steaks to the kitchen to clean them. He then asked Joanna, "Can you give me a hand?"

Joanna walked in with a curious expression and asked, "What can I help you with?"

Mr. Q was wearing disposable plastic gloves in both hands. He was marinating the steaks with a secret sauce.

"Help me wear the apron, please. My hands are occupied."

He gestured to an apron hanging on the cabinet with his chin, giving out the command naturally.

"Help you... put on the apron?"

Joanna felt a moment of awkwardness. She hesitated and did not move.

This kind of action was way too intimate. Wasn’t this usually something that only couples would do?

Mr. Q turned around and looked at her flatly. "Is something wrong? Are you... shy?"

"Of course not!"

Joanna did not want to show him her cowardly side, so she forced herself to grab the apron and moved behind him. She had to tiptoe to put the apron over his head. She pretended to be nonchalant and said, "I’m a divorced woman. I’ve experienced everything before. Why would I be shy?"

Her slender arms wrapped around the man’s strong waist, and her thin fingers tied a bow around the waistband neatly. She patted the man’s back and said jokingly, "Hmm, not bad. You look like a good househusband."

Tsk tsk, although Mr. Q’s face was ruined, his body was top-notch. He had wide shoulders, a narrow waist, and firm muscles. His body was on par with Ace’s.

The outside world was vast indeed. There were lots of other trees in the forest. Her vision was seriously too narrow in the past. Her eyes could see no one else but Ace.

Yet plenty of men she met after her divorce were comparable to Ace, even Isaac, the escort she met at the bar!

After marinating the steaks, Mr. Q set the timer to wait for the sauce to seep in.

He took off his plastic gloves and casually grabbed a kiwi to make a fruit yogurt salad.

He poured oat into the fruit yogurt while stirring it with a spoon. He then scooped a spoonful and offered it to Joanna.

"Try this and see if you like it."

"Umm..."

Joanna leaned back warily. She was not used to being so intimate with a man. She awkwardly took the spoon and said, "I can do it myself."

The man’s lips curled into a weird smile. "I thought you’re a divorced woman who has experienced everything before? Why are you so conservative?"

"This isn’t being conservative. It’s called a sense of boundaries – a sense of boundaries between men and women, understand?"

Joanna raised her eyebrows and put on a righteous look.

After having a taste of Mr. Q’s salad, her eyes immediately brightened. She could not help praising, "Oh my god, this is so good. Who would have thought that a burly man like you would have such delicate skills? You truly are "the city’s Famous Chef"!"

"I’m alright."

He crossed his legs and his arms and leaned lazily against the kitchen counter. He told Joanna, who could not stop eating, "As long as you put your heart into making a dish, it definitely won’t taste too bad. I’m guessing your cooking skills should be pretty good too. My rival, your ex-husband Ace Moran, must have enjoyed a lot of good food."

The spoon in Joanna’s hand paused in mid-air for a moment. Her fair face hardened slightly. Then, she chuckled to herself. "Maybe only the dogs in Moran Manor can tell if I’m truly good at cooking. How would Ace Moran know?"

"What do you mean by that?"

"When I first got married to him, I was a meek little wife who seldom went out and only had him in my eyes. My favorite activity every day was to make him a whole table of delicious food. Unfortunately, he was not interested. We were married for four years, but I can count on two hands the number of times we dined together. Most of the food I made for him went to the dogs."

Thinking back of the time when she had been foolishly devoted, she felt sad and pathetic.

She was really young at the time, that’s why she was full of passion. She kept trying even when there was no response. It only made her more determined.

But now, things are different. She was the mother of two children. She had suffered enough, so she would not be that foolish anymore.

For her, a man was just a hobby now. She would not love anyone more than she loved herself and her two children.

After hearing Joanna’s complaints, Mr. Q remained silent for a long time. Suddenly, he asked, "If he’s interested in your cooking now, would you still cook for him?"