His Beloved Mate

Chapter 42 I Didn't Marry You For That

Cassie was amazed at Dylan's acting skill. If Dylan entered the entertainment circle, he would definitely

get a grand slam in all kinds of awards!

Cassie almost believed what he said! If he hadn't scolded her last night.

Cassie smiled shyly and said in a low voice, "Don't be naughty. So many people are watching.

The comments were boiling again.

Princess: Ah, I have locked the couple! Mrs. Dylan is cute and interesting, and Mr. Dylan is gentle and

affectionate!

Pepper salt: I'm crazy! Who says Mr. Dylan is serious? Is that because he doesn't deserve it?!

Coquetry: It's not worth it. Today is also a day to cry for other people's love.

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Cassie took the apron hanging on the wall and put it on. Then she said to Dylan, "Mr. Dylan, can you

help me wear the apron?"

Hearing that, the corners of Dylan's mouth lifted slightly. He gently pulled some sweater for her and tied

up the apron for her.

"Tie up your hair. Don't blame me for being careless again."

What?! Tie up the hair? Could he do that? Cassie's heart was beating fast.

As expected, Dylan took the headband from Cheryl and tied Cassie's hair behind. After that, Cassie

looked more gentle.

Selennal: Oh my God! This little detail! I'm dead. It's love! ! Why didn't my husband tie my hair!

Devil: Selennal, because you are ugly.

River: It's like piercing the heart of an old man.

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Looking at the camera, Cassie said, "I read the comments before that everyone wants millions of fans'

welfare, and they also said that I must send it together with Mr. Dylan. But I'm not so talented. The only

thing I can do is to cook. Don't laugh at me later."

Five minutes later, the live streaming room of Cassie quickly became the first on the platform!

Cheryl handed the phone to Cassie and said in a low voice, "Pearl and Owen knew that you and the

CEO are cooking on the live streaming platform. They said that they wanted to add benefits."

Bowing her head to take a look at the group's messages, Cassie smiled and said to Dylan, "Go wash

vegetables."

She read out the content of the WeChat and felt a little embarrassed, said:" My grandma and Owen

heard that Mr. Dylan and I sent millions of fans gifts live, so they wanted to add benefits. Owen was

going to give fifty tickets to his concert. My grandma said she would give one hundred credit cards of

ten thousand dollars to the shopping mall under the Lu family."

The comments were boiling!

Soft: Wow! Was grandma so generous?!

Beautiful moon: I want to get the ticket. I want to see my idol!

Cute: I want to get the concert ticket!

Do you know? Owen's concert ticket was a limited edition, with thirty thousand tickets! But you may not

get one though you have much money! ! Today, 50 pieces of live broadcast were sent out at one time.

There were also one hundred shopping cards worth ten thousand dollars in the B.S Shopping Mall,

which ranked third in the world. It could be seen how much Pearl liked Cassie.

The comments were like a long list. Cassie wiped the sweat secretly in her heart. Dylan's fans were

really scary, but she was also attracted by the extra reward! !

She said, "Well, let's get back to business. We have to cook now. We have to cook simple home

cooking today. There are sweet and sour spareribs, shredded pork with fish fragrance, wax gourd and

meatball soup, steamed fish."

She took out the ingredients she had prepared in advance from the fridge, lowered her head and cut

the wax gourd slice. "Dylan, give me the spoon."

Dylan stretch out his hand, "It's what you want."

Before she could raise her head, Cassie reached out and touched the palm of his hand for a long time.

Only then did she feel strange and raise her head. She was stunned, and then quickly reacted.

He wanted her to hold his hand!

With a slightly red face, Cassie scolded with a smile, "You're so annoying!"

Dylan's voice was as low as cello.

Have fun:? Who proposed to give a million fans a gift and go out to be beaten. I'm here to watch

cooking, but now you are showing off your affection?

All: I'm tired of the words 'death'! ! ! Why is Mr. Dylan so good? I want to cry!

Dear Ghost: Wow, That was too straightforward! Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

The number of viewers in the livestream room continued to soar.

Dylan stood at the table and rubbed the meat balls for Cassie. The hot water on the pot was boiled.

Cassie taught Dylan. "Slide the meat balls down the edge of the pot. Just wait."

Dylan glanced at her with great interest and didn't retort. There was a smile in his eyes.

He pushed Cassie aside and said gently, "Well, sit aside. Don't disturb me in the kitchen."

What did he mean by disturbing him in the kitchen? Confused, Cassie looked at him and asked

foolishly, "You want to cook?"

Dylan looked at her, "I didn't marry you for that."

Cassie was stunned, as if it had been struck by lightning. Could he cook? Why didn't she know?!

She came to herself soon and said, "No. I promised to cook for you."

'What a horrible capitalist!'.

Holding her hand, Dylan said affectionately, "There are still many chances for you to cook for me, Mrs.

Dylan."

If it weren't for the fact that her hand was held so tightly that she felt pain, Cassie would have believed

it.

She was angry, but she had to keep smiling.

Cassie stepped on his foot unwillingly, and then said with a smile, "Mr. Dylan, you are usually busy with

your work. Let me do it."

The scent of the snow floss enveloped her. A hint of shock flashed through her eyes. Damn it! What did

he do?!

Then, when she was unprepared, a gentle kiss fell on her forehead. Dylan said in a low and pampering

voice, "Listen to me."

…… He won!

Cassie was not afraid of anything, but she was afraid that he would kiss her!

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She blushed and stammered, "Ah!"

Orange paste: Mr. Dylan can cook?

Crescent moon: Oh my God, Mrs. Dylan is shy. It was so sweet!

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Dylan skillfully put the balls into the soup, looked at the camera and said, "Sorry, my wife is shy."

After a while, Cassie came back. She tugged at his sleeve and said shyly, "I'm bored alone. Draw a

lottery."

With his sleeves rolled up, Dylan lowered his head to cut the meat and said, "It's up to you."

Seeing this, Cheryl smiled and said, "Since Mrs. Dylan said so, why don't we start the first round of

draw. Fans can ask questions now, and the staff here will remember the ID, then it is convenient to

contact and send out the prize."

Although Dylan was going to cook by himself, Cassie still helped him wash the vegetables. Cheryl said

to Cassie, "Some fans want to know how Mr. Dylan and Mrs. Dylan know each other. Mrs. Dylan, could

you please tell us?"