My Accidental Husband is a Billionaire novel Chapter 793

Keira and Lewis had been through so much together that, in a way, they felt like an old married couple.

Knowing Lewis wouldn't interfere with her decisions, she took a few extra moments to explain why she was willing to help Sean.

As they talked, she prepared three dishes and a soup. Then, she checked the steamed rice, finding it wasn't quite how Sean liked it, so she whipped up some fried rice instead.

There was no helping it—someone else had steamed the rice, and the water-to-rice ratio wasn't to Sean's taste. After so many years cooking for him in Oceanion, she knew his preferences well.

Lewis watched her, finally unable to hold back a question. “Do you even know what I like to eat?”

Keira rolled her eyes. “Back then, he was my one big customer, so of course I paid attention. Over time, I realized he preferred every dish to be cooked in just the right way. But you… could you really taste if I changed the water a little?”

Lewis scratched his nose, at a loss. Truthfully, he couldn't. Despite his privileged upbringing, life in the Horton family had been tough; any meal was better than none, so he never got too picky.

He glanced toward the living room. “Honestly, this guy is fussy.”

“Enough,” Keira shot him a glare. “It's an illness.”

“Sure, but I still think he's sharper than he lets on. Be careful around him.”

Keira raised a brow. “You think he's really that smart?”

Lewis nodded. “He's good at manipulating people. He has his assistant say all the provocative stuff, then acts weak himself. He knows people's personalities too well.”

Keira nudged him. “Well, why hasn't he manipulated you, then?”

He caught her hand with a slight grin. “Ever thought that maybe… he doesn't care about me? He knows I'll listen to you, so he only needs to win you over.”

Keira blinked, then Lewis pulled her closer, his arms wrapped around her waist. “He knows I trust you, so he's making a play for your sympathy.”

Keira frowned.

Then, Lewis pressed a quick kiss to her lips. “But I'm not insecure. If he's coming around, we'll just keep an eye on him.”

Keira nodded.

She loaded the dishes onto a tray and was about to pick it up when Lewis stepped forward, taking it himself before heading to the living room.

Keira paused, amused. Even when he was feeling possessive, he still helped her with the food…

She followed him out to the dining area, where Sean was already seated, with his assistant by his side, slowly picking at the food.

The way Sean ate didn't express enjoyment; he looked like he was going through the motions, almost like he was working. Eating seemed to be a struggle for him, but he managed it, one bite at a time, without turning anything away.

His assistant was nearly in tears, watching him eat. “Oh my God, you're a miracle worker, Ms. Olsen! You don't know how much you've helped him. These past four months, we've tried chefs from all over the world, and he couldn't stomach anything!”

Keira was speechless. Was it really that bad?

She offered a sheepish smile. “Well, then I guess Sean can come over for a meal once a week. I'll be around to cook.”