The Day I Kissed An Older Man

Chapter 681
Jeremy, this man who just stayed by her side, made her feel an unprecedented sense of security. belonging, and comfort. It’s
hard to explain, very subtle.
With this man, it seemed like she could recklessly bully him.
“Try the taste, how is it?” The man’s deep voice interrupted her thoughts.
Corinne snapped back to reality and saw the man using a fork to feed her a mouthful of freshly cooked tomato and egg sauce
noodles. She obediently opened her mouth, about to taste his cooking skills.
However, before the noodles reached her mouth, she felt an uncomfortable gaze. She turned her head toward the kitchen door
and found a row of maidservants standing there, peeking and whispering. Their mouths were gaping, bigger than hers as if they
were all stunned.
Only the butler, Bowen Hoover, seemed relatively calm.
Corinne pulled the corners of her mouth, forced a smile, and kindly said to everyone, “How about everyone joins in and has a
taste?”
Jeremy followed the little girl’s gaze and looked over, his expression turning cold.
Instantly, the maidservants became solemn and quickly waved their hands as if they were escaping.
How could they dare to eat Mister Jeremy’s food? They were unworthy!
Miss Corinne was amazing. As soon as she came back, she made Mister Jeremy, who never touched kitchen utensils, willingly
cook for her. This was truly a rare sight!
It was like Mister Jeremy was pampering her like a baby!
The maidservants dispersed, and Bowen also turned and left. An expression of satisfaction appeared on
the old man’s face.
It’s good that Miss Corinne is back. Mister Jeremy finally has a bit of humanity on his face!

“God knows how terrifying Miss Corinne’s face has been every day since she ran away from home over a month ago. The
atmosphere in the mansion is no better than hell, suffocatingly oppressive.
Now, we finally have Miss Corinne’s purification, which is great! With no one watching, Corinne finally opens her mouth and eats
the tomato and egg stir-fried noodles made by the man.
The man feeds her another bite and smiles, asking. “How is it? Are you satisfied with the taste?”
Corinne smacks her lips and says, “Hmm! It’s already pretty good to make it like this for the first time, but there’s still room for
improvement!”
Her desire for a word of praise remains unfulfilled. The man pretends to be displeased, coldly retracting the mouthful of noodles
he was about to feed her and eating it himself.
Corinne furrows her brows and protests. “Mister, why are you eating my noodles”
The man coldly snorts, “Didn’t you say there’s room for improvement? If it’s not tasty, why eat it?”
Corinne pouts, “I’m hungry!”
Jeremy keeps a stern face and refuses to give her more.
To eat, Corinne knows how to adapt. She smiles playfully and says, “Mister, you’re amazing! So impressive! Can you let me have
the noodles?”
Jeremy deliberately holds the bowl out of her reach but leans closer, his ambiguous warmth brushing against her ear. “Oh? Tell
me in detail, which specific aspect am I impressive?”
Ha! Men! Corinne blushes and says, ‘It’s that part.’
As she speaks, she seizes the opportunity to snatch the bowl of noodles, turning a blind eye to him and protecting her food. “It’s
all mine now!”
The man chuckles, no longer competing with her, allowing her to eat in peace.
It’s the first time she has cooked, and the little girl is being so supportive. It gives him a face.

At that moment, the man’s phone suddenly rings.
Jeremy takes out his phone, and glances at the caller ID, his gaze darkening. Almost instinctively, he looks at the reaction of the
little girl beside him.
Corinne did not even need to ask to know who it is. While eating her noodles, she rolled her eyes and said, “It’s Miss Anya
calling, right? Are you not going to answer?