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- Yuri
Capítulo 79
Chapter: 79
Noticing the surprise on Fay’s face, Zuri held her hand and explained, “Sorry for inviting you to my hfor dinner. You know, the paparazzi constantly followeverywhere. | didn’t want them to disrupt the dinner. Hope you don't mind?”
“No, | don’t mind. | get that it’s a jungle out there. Besides, | prefer eating at home. Home-cooked meals are the best!” Fay responded, waving her hand.
Zuri was in the news because the urban youth play she acted with Orlando was now being broadcast. Thus, Fay completely understood her reason for having dinner indoors.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe paparazzi and tons of her fans were everywhere. If she went out, they would disrupt her plans by taking pictures, requesting her autograph, or even asking after Orlando, whom sof them thought was a good man for her in real life.
“Thank you for understanding,” Zuri said with a grateful smile. She lived in a small villa located in an estate. It was a safe place for her.
There was a big French window on the first floor. When dinner was ready, the three young women sat at the dining table in front of the window, eating and chatting happily.
Fay took a photo of the dishes. During their chat, she sent it to Edmund who was still at the hospital. “Boss, I’m currently having dinner at Zuri’s house tonight. Chelsea was the one who cooked.”
Fay was surprised at herself for sending that photo to Edmund and telling him that his ex-wife cooked dinner when he didn’t even ask.
Perhaps she felt that he also missed Chelsea’s cooking.
Whenever Chelsea brought Edmund's lunch to the company in the past, she always brought sfor Fay and Leo. Fay had enjoyed her cooking very much.
Edmund’s stomach rumbled loudly as soon as he saw the picture. He stared at all the dishes and swallowed hard.
“Wow! They look so delicious!” He wished he could taste Chelsea’s cooking again. Now that he was sick and couldn't eat the meals that weren't cooked carefully, he couldn’t help but miss the times he enjoyed the meals cooked by Chelsea every day.
Chelsea was the reason why he never suffered another stomachache after that scary health emergency. His stomach and taste buds had becaccustomed to only her food.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“Damn! This is torture!” Edmund complained, still staring at the picture. Another message from Fay suddenly cthrough. “Boss, Zuri had been teasing Chelsea. She said that Mr. Pierce has a crush on Chelsea! Who would have thought that?”
Before Edmund could think of a perfect response, Fay sent another message which read, “Oh! Mr. Pierce has been invited over. It turned out that he Lives in this estate too. He will be here any tsoon!”
“What the hell!” Edmund’s face darkened as soon as he read the last message. He could accept Fay and Zuri eating the food Chelsea cooked. After all, they were just women.
But he couldn’t accept Luka trying out his ex-wife’s cooking while he was here salivating over a photo.
For an eternal spiral of time, Fay couldn’t eat when she heard that Luka had a crush on Chelsea. She just stared at both women in shock.
It wasn’t until several seconds later that she regained herself and reported what she just found out to her boss. “Stop it, Zuri!” Chelsea scolded her friend. She clearly didn’t take her words seriously.
Afterward, she said to Fay, “Don’t listen to her nonsense, Fay. She likes daydreaming. Mr. Pierce is just a nice man, that’s all
Luka was a legend in the film industry. She Looked up to him and held him in high esteem. In her opinion, there was no way he could have a crush on an ordinary scriptwriter like her.