Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities

Chapter 37 Who's Smarter

"Of course not." He insisted, straightening his back and withdrawing his gaze.
"Then what are you doing over here?" She looked at him, "Miss me?"
"Of course not!"
Jennifer laughed and stretched, "Oops, the noodles are getting cold." She walked towards the kitchen, "People have to eat on time despite how busy they are. I'll fill up my stomach first. Make yourself at home."
Ivan followed her and saw her eating the noodles with a big mouthful, regardless of any elegance.
He couldn't help but gulp.
After tasting her food, Ivan resisted injecting Nutrition Agent, leaving work early to eat her cooking.
Jennifer walked to him, asking as she ate, "What's the matter?"
However, Ivan snatched the chopsticks and bowl and ate them regardless.
Jennifer stared at him dumbfounded.
"Isn't he a downright neat freak?"
"How come he didn't mind her saliva?"
This Ivan was unlike that President of the Marsh Group, who was formidable and domineering.
After just two bites, he suddenly frowned and started to puke at the garbage can.
"Hey!" Jennifer was startled. "Are you okay?" She hurriedly put his bowl down, took a tissue and poured water for him.
Ivan's stomach was like being turned upside down. He felt sick.
The noodles were all vomited out as if they were toxic.
Jennifer held the water, "Come here, rinse your mouth." He was too fragile now.
Ivan gargled with water, and then took a deep breath.
"What's wrong with you? Such a strong reaction."
"You didn't make this?" Ivan asked with his dark eyes containing a layer of frost.
"Edward cooked it." She laughed, "I don't have time. I've been helping David with his wounds."
Ivan was speechless.
Jennifer remembered what Jordan had said. Ivan was not used to eating food made by anyone except her.
He stared at her so sternly that she stopped smiling.
"Wait a moment." Jennifer went into the kitchen.
He followed and watched her cook without a word.
She boiled water, cut tomatoes, and cooked noodles.
Her long, waterfall-like hair billowing, and the slight curls at the end of her hair made her look innocent.
She was cooking for him, which made him feel warm and touched.
Jennifer quickly brought out two bowls of noodles and handed him a pair of chopsticks.
"Sit down and eat together. This place is simple but clean." Her tone was comforting, "Edward would tidy up the house every day when I was away."
Ivan sat down opposite her, and he slowly looked around. The children lived here for six years. Six years.