Billionaire's Unforgettable Ex-Wife
Chapter 484 - 235 This Is Why I Like You (2 more)

Chapter 484: Chapter 235 This Is Why I Like You (2 more)

"Why are you not talking?" Jane Quinlan called out gently.

"Hiss, you little girl, don’t you know it’s taboo to snoop into your boyfriend’s past?

Look, I’ve never pried into your past either."

Jane Quinlan pouted: "You know all about my past, okay?"

"That’s not because I went snooping; I just naturally came to know about it."

"Psh," Jane Quinlan pouted, "ultimately, you’ve had girls you liked before too, just never ended up together.

But it doesn’t matter now. I think... instead of obsessing over whether you’ve liked other women in the past, we’re better off working on our future together."

Kay Forrest grinned: "That’s why I like you, you’re smart and you see the big picture."

"I’ve noticed you’re all over the place when you talk.

One moment you call me a man, the next a woman.

One moment you call me dumb, the next smart.

You probably can’t even figure out what on earth I am to you."

Kay Forrest started laughing: "No matter what you are, it won’t affect how much I like you."

Jane Quinlan pursed her lips, the feeling of chatting on the phone deep into the night felt so sweet.

This must be what they call being in love.

The next day, Jane Quinlan was supposed to stay home and teach Lily Snow how to cook.

But as she was about to take Lily Snow to the market, Jane Quinlan got a call from Kay.

He was missing two urgent documents somewhere and needed Jane Quinlan to find them for him.

At home, Jane Quinlan gave Lily Snow a list: "Miss Snow, just buy the groceries according to this list. Remember, they must be fresh."

Lily Snow put the sticky note in her purse.

"Don’t worry, I might not be good at other things, but shopping is my forte."

Jane Quinlan thought for a moment and asked: "Do you have cash on you?"

"Nope, I have a card, and with a card in hand, I own the universe."

Jane Quinlan was speechless: "They don’t take cards at the farmer’s market, you need to pay with cash."

After saying this, she found three hundred-dollar bills in her purse and handed them to her: "Here, use this money to buy the groceries."

"Using your money? That won’t do, I can go withdraw some."

"No need, the bank is a bit far from the market, you’d have to cross two intersections."

It’s probably her first time at the market, better be cautious.

After giving instructions, Jane Quinlan went downstairs with her and dropped her off at the entrance to the market.

Seeing her walk into the market in a long dress, high heels, and carrying a little handbag worth tens of thousands.

Jane Quinlan shook her head and smiled, the scene was just too incongruous.

But she didn’t have the time to accompany her to shop, turning around she stretched out her hand and hailed a taxi to the company.

Lilac was surprised to see her suddenly: "Weren’t you going to help at Skyward Group?"

Jane Quinlan nodded: "Yes, I’ve been busy. Director Forrest called and asked me to find two important documents for him."

As she was speaking, she patted Lilac on the shoulder: "I can’t chat now, I need to go in for a bit."

Lilac waved her hand: "Go ahead, go ahead."

Jane Quinlan ran into Kay Forrest’s office, leaving Lilac puzzled. Director Forrest?

These two, their names for each other are really...

After entering the office, Jane Quinlan placed the documents on her desk: "Here, Director Forrest, the documents you wanted are here."

Kay Forrest looked at her, smiled, and crooked a finger: "Come here."

Jane Quinlan walked around the desk to him.

Kay Forrest pulled her into his embrace, making her sit on his lap, and wrapped his arms around her waist.

He pouted his lips, the intention couldn’t have been clearer.

Jane Quinlan wasn’t pretentious, bending down she kissed him lightly.

"So, how is it? Did that haughty Miss Snow bully you?"

Jane Quinlan shook her head: "Actually, Miss Snow is pretty nice. Compared to those pretentious rich girls, she’s much easier to get along with."

Kay Forrest tapped her nose: "No matter what, don’t let her bully you, it would make me angry."

"She hasn’t bullied me. Can you stop worrying, please?"

Kay Forrest lifted a hand to the back of her head, bringing her lips once again to his.

This wasn’t just a peck; he gave her a passionate, full-on kiss.

Jane Quinlan wrapped her arms around his neck, feeling an inexplicable tickle in her heart.

Only after a long while did he let go, and Jane Quinlan opened her eyes, her lips curved in a smile looking at him.

"What are you smiling at?"

"I’m laughing at how you mix business with pleasure, you clearly sent me on a wild goose chase on purpose."

Kay Forrest shrugged: "You’ve seen through me, I missed you."

Jane Quinlan got up: "I have to go back now. Just now when I came, Miss Snow entered the market in such high heels.

Do you know what she said when I asked her to change shoes?

She said a woman must dress up beautifully when going out, otherwise it would be a disservice to herself."

Kay Forrest cracked a smile, thinking of the first time he himself went to the market dressed to the nines.

"Do you know, I think all of you wealthy heirs are the same.

"You’ll never learn your lesson until you’ve taken a little loss."

Oliver patted her butt: "Alright, when you mock her, don’t drag me into it.

If you’re so worried, you should go back early and check on her.

That said, I’m actually quite curious about how dejected she will look when she comes back from the market."

Jane Quinlan gave him a glance, "I smell schadenfreude."

"Correct, it’s schadenfreude. If the scent isn’t strong enough, I can release a bit more."

Jane didn’t bother to banter with him and left the company first.

In the taxi, she called Lily Snow.

She thought Lily would still be at the market, but she said she was already home.

After hanging up, Jane wondered if she had underestimated Lily.

She thought Lily had never been to the market and would be at a loss.

But in fact, Lily might have done a great job.

After the taxi stopped downstairs, she hurriedly entered the elevator to go up.

When she was about to open the door, Lily had already heard her and came to open the door for her.

"I thought you’d take a long time to come back."

She looked over Lily, who had changed clothes.

"Why did you change your clothes?"

"Oh, I regret not listening to you.

The market was fine, but the seafood market floor was so wet, my new Prada is ruined."

As she spoke, she put on an unhappy pout.

Jane didn’t respond, unsure of what to say.

Before leaving, she had already advised Lily, but Lily didn’t listen; what else could she say?

She quickly took off her shoes, changed, and headed into the kitchen: "Come on, let’s see what ingredients you bought, I’ll teach you how to cook."

"Sure."

As soon as Jane reached the kitchen door, she was shocked to see a live chicken with its feet tied up, struggling in a bag in the corner.

Jane pointed to the chicken in the corner: "This... Why is there a live chicken?"

Lily entered the kitchen, took out the shopping list she had given her, and handed it to her: "I bought everything according to your list, a chicken."

Jane rubbed her forehead speechlessly; she had written ’a chicken,’ but...

"Do you know how to slaughter a chicken?"

"Slaughter a chicken?" Lily exclaimed: "How could I possibly know how to slaughter a chicken?"

"Miss Snow, actually... there are many pre-slaughtered and cleaned chickens at the market.

I guess you might not have seen them."

"I saw them, but... didn’t you tell me to buy fresh?"

Jane pursed her lips; yes, fresh, but...

Wait a minute, she couldn’t find any fault; indeed, a live chicken is fresher than a dead one.

She shouldn’t have held such high expectations for this young lady.

"By fresh, I meant fresh vegetables.

Because neither of us dares to kill a chicken, and even if we did, we wouldn’t know how to pluck it."

She scratched her forehead and thought: "Alright, there’s a place in the market that processes live chickens.

We’ll wash the vegetables first, I’ll teach you to make soup.

Then you make the soup at home, and I’ll go handle the chicken, okay?"

"OK, no problem."

The two quickly got to work, and soon the greens were washed clean.

Jane taught Lily step by step, and to be safe, she even wrote down the steps before heading downstairs with the chicken.

At the market, she handed the chicken over to the staff for processing.

While waiting, Kay called her.

Hearing she had gone to the market again, Kay thought Lily hadn’t managed to buy the groceries.

But after hearing about Lily buying a live chicken, Kay couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

Kay was indulging in schadenfreude, truly believing this woman is still far from being ready to marry Oliver Turner.

"Stop laughing, you are just the same.

If it were you, are you telling me you wouldn’t do something like that?"

"Of course not, I have that much intelligence.

Between the two of us at home, if I brought back a live chicken, surely I would have to slaughter it.

But I don’t know how to slaughter, so why not buy one that’s already processed?

This isn’t about whether or not we are the scions of a rich and powerful family, it’s about whether our brains are sharp or not."

Jane laughed, her household’s young master really never stops bragging about himself.

After the processing, she carried the chicken home.

Upon entering the community, she saw thick smoke billowing high in the distance.

She was wondering which household was on fire when she saw two fire trucks in front of her building engaged in firefighting.

Looking up, her heart sank, oh my God, isn’t that her house?