The Ex-husband Wants to Get Power Every Day After the Divorce - Chapter 153
Chapter 153: Chapter 153: Asura Battle Arena
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Elizabeth Aitken glared at Jake Leaford, annoyed.
Originally, she just wanted to come by herself, but not only did Jake Leaford shamelessly tag along, he even brought Michael Gallagher with him.
Seeing that there was an extra man in Molly Walker’s house, Elizabeth felt a pang of jealousy.
She knew Jeremy Norman, having often seen him in the news; the last time was when the paternity scandal made headlines.
Between Jeremy and the celebrity, she was firmly in Jeremy’s camp.
“Is now not a good time for us to be here?” Elizabeth asked.
“I think we’ve arrived just in time.” Jake grinned as he put one arm around
Elizabeth’s neck and the other around Michael’s, looking like a cunning old fox.
Elizabeth responded with a cold laugh and elbowed him hard in the chest. Jake yelped and clutched his heart, his face contorting in pain.
Michael’s eyes, as dark as obsidian, held an enigmatic sheen, and a subtle smirk played on his lips.
Molly stood there stiffly, feeling somewhat embarrassed as if having been caught in the act.
On second thought, she was already divorced; what was the harm in having dinner with a friend?
Molly smiled briefly, placing the slippers out and inviting them in, saying, “Come in!”
Jeremy looked at her, speaking gently, “You go ahead and entertain your friends. There are still dishes in the pot that need attention. I’ll be busy in the kitchen; just call me if you need anything.”
He even gave Michael a brief glance.
“This guy can do it all – dine with high society, work in the kitchen, he’s good-looking and can make money… impressive.” Elizabeth praised Jeremy and nodded repeatedly, quite satisfied.
Molly wryly smiled and explained, “My brother invited him over.”
Thinking about Jeremy’s enthusiasm, she felt a bit helpless.
When Jeremy cooked, Molly tried to help, but as soon as she entered the kitchen, he sent her away. In the end, all she could do was serve the dishes and be an extra pair of hands.
Right on cue, Elizabeth and her group arrived.
Michael remained silent, his expression cold and enigmatic, revealing no emotion.
Jake quieted down after being hit by Elizabeth. She wouldn’t hesitate to hit him hard, and he couldn’t hit back, so he simply shut his mouth.
“Molly, this house is really nice!” Elizabeth looked around, realizing it was a spacious flat of at least 200 square meters. The simple yet luxurious decorations made it both classy and practical.
The flat even had an outside balcony featuring a small garden with a variety of flowers and trees, a typical sky garden arrangement.
“Yeah, it’s not bad, but it’s a bit too big for me to live in alone.” Molly replied, even though she loved the house. If Jeremy didn’t want to sell it to her, she would have to find a new place.
Upon hearing this, Michael’s eyes darkened, looking mysterious and enigmatic.
The dining area was an open space, offering a clear view of Jeremy busying himself in the kitchen.
His knife moved swiftly and decisively as he chopped vegetables. Jeremy’s tall, graceful figure made even the simple act of cooking seem like a performance that was both pleasing to the eye and satisfying to the heart.
If it weren’t known that he was from the wealthy Norman family, one might think he was a hired chef.
The dining table was located on the outdoor balcony, perfect for enjoying flowers and stargazing. It was a wonderfully relaxing atmosphere.
Elizabeth stared at the dishes on the table, exclaiming in amazement.
There were both Chinese and Western dishes, and from their appearance to the aroma, each dish stimulated one’s appetite and was mouthwatering.
Molly marveled at the beautifully plated food, which was on par with that of a Michelin restaurant.
Seeing the dishes, Jake was speechless with awe, “I never imagined this guy could cook so well. This must be a talent, right?”
He glanced at Michael, whose face appeared grim.
Michael was good at everything, except cooking: initially due to disinterest and later because of a fear of fire.
As Molly looked at the dishes in astonishment, Michael’s lips tightened into a thin line.
“Knowing Molly’s friends were coming, I prepared a few dishes, hoping they’d suit your taste.” Jeremy Norman took off his apron, smiling gently, looking every bit the male host.
Michael Gallagher snorted coldly, sweeping his gaze over the dishes on the table without a word.
Everyone else sat down to eat, but he remained motionless.
Jeremy lifted his eyes slightly, smiling meaningfully, “Why isn’t Mr. Gallagher eating?”
As if oblivious to Michael’s bad mood, he deliberately brought the topic to him. Michael’s thin lips hooked slightly, giving a dazzling yet cold smile, “Not to my taste. ”
He leaned back in his chair, stretching his long legs at will, his slender fingers wavering, his posture languid and cold.
His tone was very cold, and he didn’t bother masking his displeasure.
Molly frowned at him.
Was he here to cause trouble today?
Jeremy had been working on the food for so long, even if it wasn’t delicious, one shouldn’t take his kindness for granted.
She picked up a piece of Kung Pao Chicken, and said loudly, “It’s quite good.”
After that, she looked at Michael and said, “If it’s not to Mr. Gallagher’s taste, why not go to the living room to rest?”
The presence of one more person made the space feel more oppressive, especially with Michael being such an ice cube. In this wintertime, he was like a natural air conditioner.
“No need, it’s more suitable for resting here.” Michael’s pupils deepened, his arms crossed, and he closed his eyes to recuperate.
Molly was angry but helpless, wondering what was wrong with Michael today, as his face was exceptionally thick-skinned.
Jeremy picked up a dessert for Molly with serving chopsticks and put it in her bowl, “Try this.”
Molly was just about to pick it up when Michael coldly remarked, “She doesn’t like dessert.”
Molly, holding her chopsticks, paused.
At that moment, Elizabeth Aitken interrupted, “Don’t talk nonsense, Molly loves dessert. Back in school, she would drag me out to buy sweets every day. You’ve been married for three years, and you still don’t understand her. It’s no wonder you’re single for life!”
Molly picked up the dessert, smiling softly, “Elizabeth is right, I love dessert most.”
During their three years of marriage, she had restrained herself from eating sweets to maintain her figure. Since Michael also didn’t like sweets, she compromised with his preferences and said she didn’t like them either.
But she never asked herself if she wanted to eat them and if she should eat them.
Now that they were divorced, she didn’t have to cater to anyone deliberately.
Seeing her eating happily, Jeremy put another dessert in her bowl.
Molly understood Jeremy’s intention, which was to deliberately annoy Michael.
Molly remained silent for a few seconds, not blatantly refusing.
Michael’s lips curled, thinking it was great, as the three years must have been hard on her.
As she interacted with others as if nothing had happened, Michael’s eyes seemed to be filled with knives and icy coldness.
It was as if Jeremy suddenly remembered something, “How come your brother and the others haven’t arrived yet? I’ll send them a message to check.”
Only then did Molly remember that she had forgotten about Damian Thompson and the others.
Jeremy sent a message, and soon Joshua Thompson replied with a voice message. As Jeremy played the audio message, Joshua’s slacker voice came through:
“My brother and I won’t bother your date, and by the way, don’t mess around, especially don’t follow Michael’s example and wipe everything clean without taking responsibility. Otherwise, I’ll break your legs…”
Jeremy hurriedly turned off the voice message, his face gradually flushing.
Hearing this, Molly’s chopsticks trembled, and the food fell back into the bowl.
The “wipe everything clean without being responsible” Michael narrowed his eyes as he looked at her, with a hint of danger lurking beneath.
