Billionaire's Unforgettable Ex-Wife
Chapter 420 - 215 You Don’t Have a Crush on Me, Do You?_4

Chapter 420: Chapter 215 You Don’t Have a Crush on Me, Do You?_4

"Farmer’s market?" He raised his eyebrows and thought about it: "Aren’t we going to watch a movie first?"

Jane Quinlan took out her phone and glanced at it: "It’s already this late, it will be six or seven when the movie ends, too late. It’s a rare weekend, I want to lie in bed like a corpse after dinner."

"Are you sure?"

She nodded: "Hmm."

"Then let’s go, let’s head to the farmer’s market."

On the way back, Jane Quinlan was driving, and she took him to the nearest farmer’s market from their apartment complex to buy groceries.

Kay Forrest actually didn’t know there was a farmer’s market here; his first experience buying groceries at a farmer’s market wasn’t very enjoyable because it wasn’t fun.

After buying groceries, he didn’t go home but went straight to her place instead.

After she changed her clothes, she started cooking, and just as she had mentioned, he directly jumped onto her bed to lie down like a corpse.

She always felt that Kay Forrest was being excessively casual with her.

Xavier, who had been with her for two years before, had never lain on her bed like this.

Kay Forrest was different from Xavier. After she objected, Xavier didn’t dare to overstep again, but Kay Forrest dared.

She felt that there probably wasn’t a woman in the world who could tame such a man.

He lived very casually, doing whatever he wanted.

But thinking about it, his life seemed really blissful.

After more than half an hour, she brought the food up to the table.

Kay Forrest, acting like a lord, washed his hands and sat down to eat.

Having been together for so long, Jane Quinlan could feel that Kay Forrest seemed to see her as his own family.

In front of her, he truly disregarded any sense of image.

"The cauliflower stir-fry is a bit salty, but everything else is fine."

Jane Quinlan gave him a look: "If I were you, I wouldn’t have the nerve to freeload, not work, and still be picky."

"I gave you rent-free, so I do contribute." He smirked: "Also, I’m helping you hone your cooking skills so you won’t be kicked out by your mother-in-law someday because of bad cooking."

"My future mother-in-law will definitely be very kind."

"These days, apart from those without mothers, there are no so-called kind mothers-in-law.

Every mother-in-law always has her own little calculations.

It’s just that the smart ones don’t show it."

Jane Quinlan blinked at him: "You speak as if you’ve had a mother-in-law."

"It’s human nature, women these days aren’t so easy to deal with.

Especially older women, they always like to make a show of seniority.

If your background is better than your mother-in-law’s, it’s somewhat okay, but if your family’s condition is worse than your in-laws’...

Tsk tsk tsk, then your life will definitely be very difficult."

Jane Quinlan laughed speechlessly: "Forget it, just eat your food.

The way you speak now sounds a bit like a ’Women’s Friend’ magazine, I really can’t take it anymore."

Kay Forrest gave her a look, see, she didn’t believe him.

After dinner, Kay Forrest, as if nothing had happened, jumped back onto her bed and turned on the TV.

When Jane Quinlan came out after washing the dishes, she found that he had not only not left, but had also occupied her bed.

She stood at the head of the bed with her hands on her hips: "Why haven’t you left yet?"

"Go go go, move aside, you’re blocking my TV."

"I’m asking you, why haven’t you left yet?"

Only then did Kay Forrest seriously face: "It’s boring being alone at home."

Jane Quinlan sighed speechlessly and scratched her brow, "But I like being alone."

"That’s a sickness, needs curing, good thing I’m here to help you cure the illness."

Kay Forrest rolled to the side of the bed and made space for her: "Come on, aren’t you going to play with your phone? You can do that here, I won’t distract you, having a bit of human presence at home is a good thing."

Jane Quinlan stared at him somewhat puzzled.

She really had never seen a man stick around so clingy and yet so righteous about it.

After being silent for a moment she stared at him and asked: "Kay Forrest, tell me honestly, why are you so clingy?"

When she finished, she also casually adjusted her clothes.

Kay Forrest’s brow furrowed slightly, "What do you think the reason is?"

"You... hmm, you don’t have a crush on me, do you?"