Marrying The Supposed Gold Digger (Valerie)

As he walked in silence, he thought to himself, I don’t think she suspects me. But since we’re going to be living together. I need to be more careful”. He decided to ask Charles to add another lock to his room. When he reached the 60th–floor stairway, he suddenly froze. Valerie was standing in the doorway, looking at him. Matthew’s heart started racing. He wondered, “Didn’t she just leave! When did she come back! Did she see me and Charles talking downstairs? RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

Valerie flashed a smile and said, “Hey, Mr. Granil I just went out to grab some breakfast, but I didn’t know the door code. I pressed the doorbell and waited a bit, but I figured you had already left. Her explanation seemed to calm him down as he was still in shock.

Matthew let out a sigh of relief secretly. She didn’t seem to have seen me and Charles together just now. But we better be careful in the future; he thought. He entered the password in front of her.

Valerie had the password memorized. When she walked into the house, she put the breakfast on the table one by one. Not sure about Matthew’s hiking, she got a few extra servings, giving him plenty of options. There were breakfast wraps, pancakes, toast, hashbrowns, and more.

is this?” Matthew asked, pointing at something yellow and round

“This It’s an eggwich. You’ve never had one before?” She smiled and started to explain what an egg wich was “It’s got two fried eggs on the top and bottom, with a juicy grilled beef pantry in between. Kinda like a burger, but with eggs She loved egg wiches, so she bought two.

When she took a bite, oil stained the wrapping paper Matthew couldn’t help but frown.

Is it just her, or do all the ordinary people eat junk food for breakfast? he thought.

Matthew didn’t want to look suspicious, so he picked up the breakfast wrap. It looked not so oily. But then he found a piece of fried mushroom in it ‘Seriously? Do I have to eat this he thought in disbelief.

When Matthew was hesitating, Valerie asked in confusion, “What’s wrong. Mr. Grant? I understand you haven’t had egg wiches before, but breakfast wraps are pretty common.”

Matthew had a strict diet habit for years. He only saw his staff eating this.

For breakfast, he would have half a sandwich and a cup of black coffee. For lunch and dinner, he would have low–fat meat. He never ate high–carb, high–fat food and stuck to his gym routine.

He held himself to extremely high standards. He believed that a person who couldn’t control his own body was more likely to have poor self- control in other areas of his life.

But he was only a driver now. If I don’t eat this, I might give myself away. I can’t believe I have to put up with that Mini and thist Never mind. It won’t hurt to eat just one, he thought.

But after one bite, he was surprised by how good it tasted. It was not as dry as he expected. Instead, it was crispy

yummy. He felt a line better.

When he saw the lattes on the table, he was relieved, thinking. Finally, something I can have. Although he usually didn’t like milk in his coffee, was better than nothing.

He took a sip, and his face twisted immediately. It was nothing like coffee with its strange taste. His good breeding would not allow him to spit it out, so he allowed it painfully. His face darkened. “What is this?”

“Latte,” answered Valerie.

Matthew was lost for words Seriously? It can’t be a late. The taste, ught Matthew thought

Valerie suddenly realized. “You don’t like pumpkin spice late? What a slumel

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