He Clings to Me Every Night - Chapter 665

Chapter 665: Chapter 665: I Only Want What I Think

Daniel Marshall suddenly lifted his head, his gaze toward Olivia Jenkins was deep yet warm, unwaveringly fixed on her, his handsome brows softened into gentle ripples.

Suddenly, a soft smile appeared in his eyes, with a glint as sharp as the moonlight, “Wife!”

The color of Olivia’s face slightly changed as she explained, “I came to return the car. I particularly appreciate your generosity in lending me your car which is why I made you a bowl of noodles. You don’t have to feel touched about it. It’s a simple act of courtesy.”

“Anything cooked by my wife, I will always enjoy eating.” Daniel’s handsome face was filled with tenderness; his deep voice was as gentle as ethereal feathers brushing past one’s ear.

Olivia furrowed her brows, gave Daniel a glance, swiftly turned around and started walking downstairs, deliberately avoiding any closeness with Daniel.

Daniel couldn’t care less about work anymore, with his long legs stepping down, he quickly followed Olivia downstairs.

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The bowl of noodles still steaming on the dining table was the scent of life that Daniel longed to see.

The delightful smell wafting from the dining table instantly aroused Daniel’s appetite.

“Wife, the noodles you’ve cooked are very fragrant, must be so delicious.”

With an icy expression on her face, Olivia gave Daniel a nonchalant look, her voice cold as she remarked, “Don’t try to butter me up, I’m not falling for that.”

Daniel said earnestly: “In my heart, my wife is the best and the most amazing. I won’t accept anyone’s rebuttal. My wife cooks the best food. Even if my wife tries to argue, it won’t matter. I feel as I feel.”

“Stop babbling. Are you going to eat the noodles or not? They are getting cold!”

With one stern glare, Daniel immediately sat down and began to eat his noodles.

He’s definitely not flattering her, the wife’s noodles are just to his taste and he savors them.

Even though Olivia sat a bit far, she was still at the same dining table watching him eating noodles.

This bowl of noodles wasn’t anything special. It only had a bit of lean meat, a tomato and an egg, with some green onion and vegetables. It was nothing special, but Olivia noticed that Daniel was really enjoying them and had a good appetite.

“Wife, are there any more noodles? I want some more.”

“There’s a little bit more in the pot; I’ll get it for you.”

Daniel handed his empty bowl to Olivia very naturally.

Even the soup was all gone; Olivia took a deep breath, then suppressed her smirk as she went to kitchen to get Daniel more noodles.

She poured all the soup into Daniel’s bowl and there was still more than half of a bowl this time.

Very soon, Daniel finished all the soup again and even burped contentedly.

“Wife, I honestly haven’t eaten such delicious noodles in a long time.”

Giving Daniel a cold glance, Olivia scoffed, “Stop your smooth talk! Here… your car keys, about last night’s incident, we’re even now.”

A hint of disappointment flashed across Daniel’s deep eyes, but he was more concerned about Olivia, “Now that you’ve returned my car, how will you commute to the set? Someone checked your car and it’s confirmed to be broken. It would cost quite an amount and some time to replace the engine. Or let’s just not get it repaired, I can buy you a new car or you can drive mine.”

“I will handle the car issue, thanks!” Olivia Jenkins gave off a cold and proud aura.

“Wife, even if you dislike me, I still hope you live well. Not having a car really isn’t convenient, especially when you’re busy. The car might become a big hurdle. The Porsche that you hit before has already been repaired. You can just drive that one. Anyway, as I said before, you don’t need to worry about me asking you for compensation for that car.”

All at once, Olivia Jenkins remembered…

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