NovelEnglishThe Taylors merrily surrounded Winston. At the stime, two couples were helping Lyla to make ravioli in the kitchen.
Lyla's cooking skills were exceptional. Even if it was ravioli-making, she could produce ravioli of various colors, each carrying a different flavor.
"Lyla, you're spoiling Winston," Alyssa grumbled good-naturedly while folding the ravioli.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtEach one of her ravioli looked round and plump. "It's just ravioli, but you're here making them rainbowcolored.
What more does he expect? He's really a piece of work." "Your dad loves ravioli. It was my idea to make colorful ravioli, so no. He did not givetrouble at all." Lyla flashed a contented smile. "Since I'm making ravioli for him anyway, I'd rather make a bigger batch for everyone to enjoy." "You, Mandy, and Colene are spoiling that old man. It is usually the other way around in other families." Alyssa snorted. "Did my mom spoil him too when she was still around? That couldn't have been the case, right?" "Well, ravioli were your mom's favorite food and her best dish. She always made ravioli for your dad. He'd lick his plate clean no matter how many she made for him; he wouldn't tire of them," Lyla blurted out with a smile.
Alyssa's fingers trembled as bitterness rose in her. Jasper acutely observed the change in her emotions. He handed her a piece of dough that he failed to shape correctly and asked earnestly, "Lyse, | made this. Please take a look." "It's so ugly." She burst out laughing at the piece of dough he showed her. "What even is this? You'll have to eat it if we cook this. | won't risk my life to eat this." "Fine. I'll take it." Jasper looked visibly relieved when Alyssa smiled, but a question lingered.
From the way the Taylors described Jennifer, it was clear that Winston loved her very much. It was true love, unlike whatever feelings Javier had for Anne. If so, why dE3winston remarry and end up with three other wives? That seemed like a contradictory behavior.
"Sean, mine look terrible. Yours are much better." Tatiana pouted, upset by her clumsiness.
"No, not at all. Yours are perfect. Keep all your ravioli for me." Since Sean's fingers were covered with flour, he dared not touch her clean outfit. Instead, he carefully placed an arm around her waist.
His hot breath tickled her cheeks as he whispered, "I want your ravioli... and you." Tatiana immediately blushed at the flirting. Sean had always been a goody-two-shoes. On their first night, his clumsiness and trembling hands, which he tried to conceal, inadvertently revealed that she was his first as well.
A gentleman who flirted was the most sexy and alluring.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmLyla seemed oblivious to the flirting between Sean and Tatiana as she focused on making the ravioli. However, the grin on her lips betrayed her feelings.
An arranged marriage for status, business, or family honor was not important. Tatiana's happiness mattered the most.
Besides, not many families could rival the Taylors in terms of social standing. Even heirs from families of the ssocial class might not be the best candidates for marriage.
The look in Alyssa's eyes darkened. The dynamics between Sean and Tatiana seemed to have changed.
She wondered, "Could they have had—" At that time, Jonah interrupted her thoughts, rushing into the kitchen.
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