Wife is a Lawyer

"Alvin, I appreciate your concern. "But I ..."

It was on the tip of her tongue when Adriana tried to decline his offer, but she stopped. Looking at him, she suddenly changed her thought, "I ... Thank you, Alvin." "It's no big deal."

Alvin smiled, "Have you eaten yet?"

"No."

Adriana shook her head.

"I'll take you ..." Alvin intended to take her out for dinner, but he changed his mind when he saw those marks on her neck, "Nah, let's go to the supermarket. I'll cook for you." "Really? You're the best, Alvin."

Adriana pressed her lips together to put on a smile.

They drove to the supermarket near the neighborhood to buy some ingredients, and then returned home.

When arriving at Adriana's home, she said, "Alvin, do you mind if I get changed first? You could go home first."

She felt uncomfortable about letting Alvin see the marks on her neck.

Therefore she wanted to go home and change before going to his house.

"Okay, then I'll prepare the ingredients first. Come if you're done." Alvin smiled and said.

Adriana got out of the elevator and went home.

Her house seemed strangely familiar to her. She leaned against the door, while her body suddenly went limp.

How could she possibly foresee that everything would turn out this way when she had just returned for a few days?

She didn't want to mess with anyone, but she did, with a devil called Peter.

With Theresa being her best friend, she swore to file a lawsuit against Peter, so that Theresa can know the truth about him.

So that she can open Theresa's eyes to the devil's deception!

After changing into a homeware gown, she went to Alvin's home.

Rat-a-tat-tat.

She knocked at the door, and the door was opened in seconds.

"Hey. Come in."

Adriana was wearing a black corset dress with a stand collar and lace trim, and there were black ribbon bow ties on each side of the puff sleeves. The corset outlined the shape of her body, and the delicate design on the sleeves made her look even cuter, which made the whole outfit quite refreshing to him.

Especially she had a perfect oval face, which made her look as lovely as a bisque doll, delicately beautiful.

She looked vigorously cute in homeware, while gorgeously beautiful in workwear.

"What are you cooking, Alvin? Since I don't know how to cook, I'll be your assistance."

With her hands behind the back, she tilted her head and smiled, "Who knows? I might learn some of your secret cooking techniques today."

Her cuteness made him blush and turn his eyes away from her, "I don't have any secrets about cooking. But if you call me a chef, I'll teach you everything I know."

"Really? Chef Alvin!"

Adriana beamed with delight.

She was accustomed to hiding any marks of pleasure when being with the others, or she had learned to disguise herself. But being with Alvin was different. "Good girl. You ..."

Ting-a-ling.

His phone suddenly rang before he finished the sentence.

He shrugged, "Excuse me, I gotta take this call."

"Go ahead."

Adriana nodded and walked to the kitchen to see if there's anything she could help with.

Alvin reached for his phone. It was Peter's calling.

"What is it, Peter?"

"Come out, have a drink with me."

"Now?" Alvin glanced at the girl in his kitchen and said, "Sorry, not available today."

"Not available? What are you busy doing?"

Alvin used to be on call day and night, but this time he turned down his invitation.

All of a sudden, Peter felt there was something else going on with Alvin.

"Don't tell me you are with Adriana right now." Peter piped up. There was some certainty in the words.

He was right, but Alvin decided to deny it for he suddenly remembered things before, "No way. I've got classes today."

"Lessons? Interesting. You're such a terrible liar, Alvin. It's half past eight now. Who would have classes at this time of the night?"

Peter was certain that Alvin was with Adriana now.

Questioned by him like that, Alvin got a little panicked, "Why don't you call Ross? I really can't go out right now."

Then he hung up the phone straight away.

At the same time, Adriana came out of the kitchen, only to find Alvin standing by the table and thinking, so she asked, "What happened, Alvin? I can go if it's inconvenient now."

If she hadn't gotten Jenkins' message that he had asked his mom to go to the hospital, she would have been there with Jenkins now.

But Thelma treated her like dirt back in the days, she had no intention of meeting Thelma again.

"It's no big deal."

Alvin shook his head and put on a smile, "Come, I'm cooking steak and grilled fish today."

"Wow, awesome! Those are my favorite dishes!" Adriana beamed with delight.

She followed Alvin to the kitchen. He started to chop up the ingredients, conscientiously and intently. He was really skilled, as if he had done it a thousand times.

Adriana felt like she had seen a brand new version of him.

The Grant Family is one of the four prominent families in Waverly, enjoying a high social status and certain powers. He had an elder brother, also an heir.

He himself, however, lived a seemingly mundane life.

He wasn't as proud and quick-tempered as the other rich guys, but approachable and easy to get along with.

"How did you learn to cook?" She asked curiously.

"I started to cook myself when I was studying abroad. At first, I couldn't cook anything without a recipe, but practice makes perfect."

Alvin told his story while preparing the ingredients with Adriana's assistance.

Half an hour later, all dishes were done.

Adriana helped him set the table while Alvin took out a bottle of red wine from the liquor cabinet, pouring out two glasses.

"Sit, have a taste of my cooking."

Alvin pulled out the chair for her and said.

Touched by his chivalry and his warm smile, she nodded, "Thank you."

Rat-a-tat.

Hardly had she seated when someone started to knock at the door.

"You have another guest, Alvin?" She looked up at him and asked in confusion.

Alvin put his hands on her shoulder and sat her down, "You stay here, and I'll go see who it is."

Then he turned around and went to open the door.

Outside, Peter stood with a stern look.

"What... what are you here?"

Alvin tightened his grip on the door, asking nervously.

"Why? You don't want me in?"