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Chapter 137

Bradley looked at Esther, who had become sensitive and emotional due to her worry, and said firmly,

“Stop overthinking.”

“It’s not a dream since you say it’s not. I trust you!” Esther wiped away her tears and broke into a smile,

then quickly changed the subject, feeling a bit uneasy. “What do you feel like eating tonight? How about

ravioli?”

“It’s too much work!” Even though Bradley had never personally made ravioli, he knew it was quite a

hassle.

“It’s not,” Esther said joyfully, her eyes brimming with happiness. “Seeing you all finish the meals I

prepare gives me a great sense of accomplishment.”

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Esther tidied up her hair and walked while speaking warmly. “I can make three types of fillings…”

Bradley grabbed Esther and reminded her, “You need to change your shirt.”

“Oh, okay.”Esther casually walked into the wardrobe and selected a white T-shirt to wear.

As she put on the shirt, her city-woman elegance radiated. The pure white fabric revealed a hint of her

slender waist, peeking out between the T-shirt and her black skirt. Her waist resembled a graceful

willow branch, swaying gently in the breeze.

“Isn’t this T-shirt a bit too short?” asked Bradley.

Esther looked down and explained seriously, “It’s not short. This is the style.”

Bradley watched as Esther walked toward the kitchen.

Esther first took out a bag of flour from the cupboard and poured an appropriate amount into a basin to

make the ravioli dough.

The flour and water were tamed by Esther and turned into a smooth and beautiful dough. She then

placed the dough in a glass bowl and covered it with a damp cloth to lexo.com fast updatet it rest.

“What should I do?” asked Bradley.

Esther handed a bunch of spinach to Bradley, which she had taken out from the refrigerator.

“Pick the spinach. Today we’ll make three different fillings: spinach and ricotta, meat and cheese, and

creamy shrimp. How does that sound?”

“Sounds good.” Bradley, the dignified CEO of the Warner Group, had never done such delicate. work in

the kitchen.

Esther watched Bradley clumsily pick the spinach and could not help but ask, “Oh, there’s something

you can’t do? I thought you could do everything.”

“I can do it,” Bradley retorted, unwilling to admit defeat. “You focus on your tasks.”

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Bradley gave a signal to Melinda, who understood and acted as an external aid. As an outsider,

Melinda also felt that Esther and Bradley were incredibly happy as a couple.

With Melinda’s demonstration, Bradley quickly followed suit and learned fast.

Meanwhile, Felix, who had been waiting for his parents in his room and growing impatient, decided to

head to the living room. As he entered, his eyes immediately fell upon Esther, who was busily moving

about in an apron.

“Daddy, Mommy, what are you doing?”

Using her hands covered in flour, Esther lightly tapped Felix’s nose.

The boy’s nose instantly gained a small white dot, making him look cute and mischievous. “I’m making

delicious ravioli for my son tonight!” said Esther.

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