Marrying The Supposed Gold Digger (Valerie)

Charles felt a bit scared. “Sir, can I ask what you’re planning to do at the Slotmond Estate?”

Matthew’s face was as cold as ice, indicating he was annoyed by Charles’s nosiness.

In all his life, Matthew never thought he’d been cheated on by a woman. He had just started to feel guilty and a bit fond of Valerie after learning she saved his grandma in the morning, but she quickly erased any good feelings he had for her.

Charles was right. He was always a neat freak in relationships. After all, he had warned her multiple times not to betray him during their marriage, and if she had to, wait until half a year later. To his disappointment, she couldn’t even wait half a year before hooking up with that guy who drove a

BMW. Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

He could chalk it up to coincidence the last time he saw them together, but twice was unacceptable. As a man, Matthew knew all too well what that guy’s gaze at her meant.

He was itching to get back but caught in the rush hour traffic jam. Nearly an hour had passed by the time he arrived at the Slotmond Estate.

As the car stopped, Matthew strode out in a hurry, slamming the car door shut with force. The loud bang made Charles wince and feel sorry for the

car.

But he wouldn’t dare to say this out loud. Right now, Matthew seemed like a balloon filled with air, tense all over, ready to explode at any moment.

Oh no. A big fight is about to happen. Miss Warren will have to rely on herself, prayed Charles inwardly.

With a cold face, Matthew pushed the door open, mentally prepared to fiercely scold Valerie for her cheating.

But what he didn’t expect was that the moment the door opened, a sudden aroma of food invaded his nostrils.

He was stunned for a moment when he saw several dishes on the table: Steak, fruit salad, and steamed shrimp…

Hearing the noise, Valerie poked her head out from the kitchen, smiled at him. “Mr. Grant, you’re back. Go wash your hands first. I’m on the last dish, and we’ll be able to eat soon!”

With that, she ducked back into the kitchen.

The kitchen and living room were separated only by a glass screen. The warm yellow light from the kitchen wrapped around the aroma of the dishes, and Matthew could see the busy silhouette of Valerie through the glass.

Matthew was used to being independent. He was groomed from a young age to be the successor of the Noria Group. At 12, he started studying abroad. At first, he had a butler accompanying him, but later, his grandpa even withdrew the butler to toughen him up. After attending prestigious schools in foreign lands alone, he gradually got used to this solitary life.

After returning from abroad, he bought several properties, mostly for their proximity to his company or their investment potential, never really considering whether they were suitable for living in. After all, there were restaurants when he was hungry and cafes when he was thirsty.

It was only when he occasionally returned to the Grant Manor that his grandmother would enthusiastically have the chefs prepare his favorite dishes. The Grant family had several chefs adept at various cuisines, and their creations were no less impressive than those from Michelin– starred

restaurants.

All these years, it was the first time Matthew had ever smelled that subtle aroma of food and fire from cooking.

As a result, he forgot his initial plan to berate Valerie. Instead, he listened to her, set down his briefcase, went to the bathroom to wash his hands, and then sat at the dining table.

A moment later, Valerie brought out the last dish, a large bowl of mushroom and vegetable soup.

Three dishes and a soup for just the two of them. The presentation of the dishes couldn’t compare to that of a Michelin–starred restaurant, but the aroma smelled quite appetizing.

Matthew fell silent for a while before asking, “What inspired you to cook?”

Valerie mysteriously leaned in close to him, her smile barely concealed at the corners of her mouth. “Mr. Grant, since you’re also an employee of Noria Group, you must have heard about Noria Group’s plan to open a new luxury car dealership, right?”

Matthew’s brow twitched imperceptibly, and his face remained expressionless. “Yeah, what’s up?”

“Guess what? I got chosen as its employee!” Valerie chortled, her eyes sparkling with joy.

Matthew naturally knew it because he was the one who chose her.

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