Sir, Madame Has Run Away Again!

Chapter 319

He gave me a piercing look, quickly shutting me up with his hostility. Finally, the car skidded to a stop in front of a mansion. This time, Eric went downstairs without waiting for Georgie to open the door for him.

I followed him inside. The mansion was gigantic and the interior was resplendently decorated. Eric asked me to sit down while he went to the kitchen. From the moment I walked in I realized we were on our own, much to my concern. Is he going to cook tonight?

No, he would not cook tonight. Georgie walked in, still somber as ever, then went into the kitchen without looking at me. A little while later, Eric appeared with two glasses of juice. Fortunately, they weren’t the strangers like last time. This time it was mango juice. I thanked him and took a sip before trying to strike up a conversation. “You must have spent a lot on this mansion, President Walker.”

Eric looked at me like I was an idiot. Feeling self-conscious, I took another sip of mango juice. There was no sound coming from the kitchen, despite Georgie being there, so I wondered what dinner would be like.

Half an hour later, Georgie came out, grumpy as ever. “Dinner is ready, young master Eric.”

Eric got up and led me into the dining room. When I walked in, there was nothing on the table. Won’t I have anything for dinner tonight? Eric pulled a chair back, motioning me to sit down. When I did, he sat down next to me, and a moment later Georgie appeared with a large plate in her hand.

Ah, I saw what my dinner was – pasta. Pasta made for cheap eats, but this one had meat and pepper, and a generous portion too. I was working up an appetite here.

“This is authentic steak noodles. You cannot find it anywhere else.” Eric then handed me a fork.

I took a bite to see if it was true. The noodles were soft and silky, while the meat tasted perfect and the chili spiciness was excellent. Yep, it was better than all the variations I’ve had.

“Cool, huh?” “Yeah,” I replied with my mouth full.

He looked at me for a moment before whispering, “Georgie’s ancestors used to run restaurants, so he knows a lot of secret recipes. There used to be people who would offer him a large sum of money so that they could make a name for their

restaurant.”

“He sold?” I lowered my chopsticks, feeling curious.