Marrying The Supposed Gold Digger (Valerie)

As usual, Valerie bought breakfast and set it out on the table.

It was still a breakfast wrap for Matthew, but today’s filling was different, with double layers of crispy. Remembering that he seemed to enjoy the clam chowder from yesterday, she bought him some today.

The crispy texture wrapped in the aroma of oil, Matthew furrowed his brow slightly, but at this moment, with a spoonful of clam chowder, the light soup infused with the fragrance of scallions, it was just right as it entered the mouth. Combining the two, neither salty nor greasy, was quite comforting for the stomach.

As Matthew took a couple of bites, Valerie opened her bag and took out two waffles.

Matthew couldn’t help but ask, “Aren’t you having an egg’wich today?”

Valerie looked puzzled. “I just moved here a few days ago and didn’t know the area well, so I’ve been buying egg’wiches for convenience. Why are you asking, Mr. Grant? Do you want an egg’wich?”

“No.” Matthew immediately denied it. He naturally wouldn’t admit that he wanted to try one. When she invited him to try it before, he refused decisively. If he brought it up now, it would be quite embarrassing.

Valerie, however, became serious. Previously unfamiliar with him, she interpreted his slightly darkened expression as a sign of intense anger and would clam up whenever he had that face.

Now that they were somewhat acquainted, she understood that his dark expression was merely habitual, and in all this time, he had never truly been angry with her.

So she got the urge to recommend egg’wiches. She chuckled and leaned in, persuading, “Mr. Grant, if you keep eating the same thing, you’ll get tired of it soon. And for the sake of your health, try other foods too. Egg’wiches are seriously delicious. How about forgetting the breakfast wrap tomorrow? I’ll bring you an egg’wich, yeah?”

Well, she brought it up first! Since she’s pleading with me so fervently, I guess I’ll have to give her a chance. Matthew maintained a poker face, slowly swallowing his food before saying, “Alright.”

Knowing she’d persuaded him, Valerie was a bit happy. “The waffles today were good, too. So, I’ll bring you an egg’wich and a waffle tomorrow, okay?”

“Sure,” replied Matthew, wondering, ‘Given how much she enjoyed the waffle earlier, they must taste pretty darn good!

He couldn’t vouch for much else, but Matthew had grown quite trusting of Valerie’s knack for sniffing out delicious grub. She could always find the good stuff–except for latte.

After breakfast, they headed

Ownstairs and made their way to the parking lot, where the Mini awaited.

Matthew took the wheel. Even with the seat

I pushed all the

way back, the driver’s space was a bit cramped for his long legs. But after a few days of getting used to it, he had adapted somewhat and managed to keep it under wraps.

Matthew thought it through. Since Valerie had already met Charles and believed that Charles was his boss, he might as well switch to a spacious SUV. He could have Charles “gift” it to him under the guise of a performance reward, so he wouldn’t have to endure this junky car anymore.

“Where are we going now?” he asked.

Valerie remembered Matthew mentioning that he had ordered some seafood and gift boxes. After finding out what kind of seafood it was, Valerie took him straight to the market’s kitchenware section.

Their home was pretty bare right now, with just an induction cooker and a frying pan she bought last night. They still needed a lot of stuff. Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

While Valerie was rummaging around, the sales assistant couldn’t help but glance over at Matthew.

A man with such aura was a rare sight in a home market, and the sales assistant’s eyes lit up as she launched into a sales pitch.

Matthew’s expression was somewhat unpleasant; he hated noisy people. But the sales assistant wasn’t about to let him go easily. She’d seen her share of grumpy customers, and at least this man was the best–looking among them.