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The next morning, Debbie got up bright and early to make breakfast herself. She wasn’t exactly a great cook, so the had caret by her side ge
Instructions.
But most of the time, it was Carol doing the actual cooking while Debbie just stirred a few things here and there and then happily took the credit.
When Dylan got up, Debbie eagerly brought the food over to him and said with a smile, “Dylari, I made this myself. Try it and see if you like it
Because she’d seen how much he ate last night, she assumed he had a huge appetite and made a lot..
To show how much she valued him, she even made sonie fancy and complicated dishes like Beef Wellington and grilled fish. The breakfast spread was even more extravagant than a regular dinner.
Dylan looked at the table full of rich, oily dishes, and his brow twitched. ‘Who on earth eats something this heavy first thing in the morning? he thought.
Still, out of politeness, he sat down. But after just one bite, he put down his fork. “I’m full. Thanks for the meal”
Debbie’s expectant smile froze on her face. She stared at Dylan in disbelief and said, “You only had one bite. How can you be full already?
“You ate so much last night. Was it not to your liking? Just tell me what you like–I’ll go make it for you right now.”
Dylan said, “I’m really full. No need to cook anything else. I’m leaving. Please tell Bradley and Garrett about this.” He left without another word.
As soon as the front door closed, Debbie finally broke down and burst into tears, feeling wronged. She sobbed, “Mom, what were you thinking?! Why’d you make everything taste so awful? Now he won’t even eat it.
“I can’t believe I even claimed I made that awful food. What if he thinks I actually cook like that and gets totally turned off?”
Even Carol, who usually spoiled her daughter, couldn’t help but get angry when she heard that.
She scolded, “You eat my cooking every day–don’t you know what it tastes like by now? And you know how bad your own cooking is. And now you’re blaming me? You think you could’ve done better?
“I told you not to go all–out for breakfast. But you wouldn’t listen! Who makes something this fancy in the morning, like it’s some imperial banquet?”
Debbie stomped her foot. “Then why didn’t you just stop me?”
Just then, Garrett came downstairs. After getting a sense of what was going on, he said with a stern face, “Enough with the fighting.
“He clearly just doesn’t like eating food made by other people. Last night, he only ate so much because the food was made by Ollie.”
Debbie refused to believe it. “No way! He hates her. Why would he like her cooking?!”
Garrett said, “Have you all forgotten? For the past three years, Ollie has cooked every single meal for him. If he didn’t like it, why would she keep doing it for that long?
“Maybe he’s in love and doesn’t even realize it. Sometimes people say the opposite of what they really feel.”
Debbie’s face turned pale. She couldn’t even think of a comeback. She thought, ‘Dad’s right. If Dylan never ate the food Olivia made, why would she keep cooking for him every day? She only kept at it because he ate it.‘
Debbie covered her face and ran back to her room, crying. Garrett shook his head and let out a sigh.
That morning, Olivia took her grandfather to the hospital for a full check–up. After she got him home, she returned to her and Dylan’s place in the afternoon.
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bark in her roam, she opened her laptop and started revising a script the was working on. She couldn’t hold dean a replikely
Biological father would ruin any opportunity she got.
After she got married, she had thought about asking Morgan to arrange a position for her at Novara Group, But Chloe shot that down, afraid oran close to bylan during work.
To put Chloe’s mind at ease, Dylan warned Olivia not to show her face at Novara Group.
Not wanting to lose her ability to make money, Olivia started writing web novels online.
In the past few years, short dramas had exploded in popularity–numerous people wanted a piece of the action. Even veteran directors and actors who d been out of the game for years came back to try their luck with short dramas.
Olivia was no exception. She’d sensed the opportunity early on. Back when short dramas were still new, she wrote her own script, funded the production herself, hired a college student majoring in cinematography to direct, and cast some students from art schools as actors.
The costs were low. The drama was filmed in just a week and released online within a month.
Thanks to great content and little competition at the time, she rode the wave and made over 20 million dollars from her very first drama.
Later, as more money poured into the market and competition got fiercer, her profits shrank. But she had a knack for pinpointing what the audience wanted, and each project still brought in anywhere from a million to tens of millions.
Nowadays, she barely wrote novels anymore. She focused on scriptwriting and invested in her own productions.
The script she was working on was nearly finished–just needed a final polish before she could start prepping for the shoot.
Olivia got so caught up in her work that she completely lost track of time. It wasn’t until the door opened that she snapped back to reality.
Dylan shot her an annoyed look. “Why didn’t you make dinner? It was bad enough that you stopped delivering lunch to my office–now you’re not even making dinner? You’re getting lazier by the day.”
Olivia glanced at the clock and realized it was already seven in the evening. She saved her document, closed her laptop, stood up, and headed out of the
room.
Dylan was annoyed that she didn’t respond to him, but when he saw her heading downstairs, he assumed she was going to make dinner and felt a bit better. “She’s always acting against her true feelings,” he muttered.
He figured she’d been throwing a tantrum lately, trying to get a reaction out of him. Now that it hadn’t worked, she resorted to her only strength- cooking–just like before, to win him over.
He followed her downstairs, lecturing as he went. “Stop acting so childish and throwing tantrums. Just do what you’re supposed to do. When we get divorced, I won’t shortchange you.
“It’s been a while since I had your mushroom soup. Why don’t you cook it tonight–wait, where are you going?”
Dylan’s brows instantly knitted together when he saw Olivia heading for the door instead of the kitchen.
Sitting on the bench, putting on her shoes, Olivia replied, “I’m going out to eat.”
Dylan’s frown deepened. “Why? We’ve got groceries at home. Just whip something up–it’s faster than eating out.”
“I don’t feel like cooking,” Olivia said flatly.
Dylan looked even more annoyed. “When did you get so lazy? You stay home all day doing nothing, and now you can’t even make a simple meal?”
Olivia replied, half–hearted, “Yeah, I’m just lazy.” She stood up, ready to head out.
Dylan quickly walked over, grabbed her arm, and said through gritted teeth, “I want to eat your cooking, so go make me dinner.
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“Isn’t that what you wanted to hear? You’ve been pushing for it, haven’t you? Well, fine–I said it. I’m giving you an out, so stop with the attitude.”
Olivia shook off his hand and rolled her eyes. She said coldly, “Giving me an out? You think being your maid is some kind of favor? How do you even have the nerve to say something so shameless?
“So I’m supposed to wait on you and be grateful for the opportunity?”
