She Becomes A Hot Sensation After A Scandalous Affair
Chapter 164

Chapter 164: Chapter 164

This was the first time Nathan’s cooking was praised by an outsider. Usually, his parents and sister would always compliment his food, but to receive compliments from a royalty like Lancelot Grant, he was undoubtedly happy.

Nathan lowered his head and nodded lightly, trying to contain his joy and pride.

Madeline chuckled when she saw her brother’s embarrassment, "Maybe we should send him to a culinary school after he graduates high school," she suggested. "I heard there’s this famous culinary school in French, Le Cordon Bleu."

"Mhm, I can send him there right after he finished high school," Lance nodded while eating the beef brisket. "But what do you think, Nathan? Do you plan to be a chef or have another plan for your future?"

"I—I don’t know. No plan yet, Sir," Nathan said bashfully.

"What’s with the ’Sir’?" Madeline chuckled.

"Just call me Lance or Big Bro if you want; I don’t mind," Lance said while glancing at Madeline.

He was usually very careful about what kind of people he allowed to be in his vicinity. But he didn’t mind if Nathan became part of his small family.

After all, Madeline really loved her little brother. So, gaining Nathan’s trust meant Madeline wouldn’t think about leaving him.

"Well, if you’re unsure about your future plan, how about you start by working at The Oak Tree with Cedric first?" Lance offered. "My cousin is a renowned professional chef. He’d be glad to finally have his first student."

Of course, Nathan knew that restaurant, The Oak Tree, and the chef, Cedric Phoenix Gray.

Cedric wasn’t a celebrity chef, but he was popular enough to be called one. So, Nathan got excited about the idea of being his student.

But he wasn’t sure if Madeline would allow it.

After all, Lance wanted to help him because he was Madeline’s little brother. So, it all depended on whether Madeline would support that or not.

"That’s a good idea. Nathan will have to get used to the kitchen environment. I heard it’s really harsh," Madeline said with a smile.

She looked at Nathan and said, "I think you should try this, Nathan. Think of this as a part-time job, so you’ll know whether you have a real passion for being a chef. If you don’t like it, you can just quit and think of another passion that you have."

Nathan’s heart almost burst with joy. But he tried his best to maintain his image and looked up to stare at Lance.

"Please let me be Mr. Cedric Phoenix Gray’s student, Mr. Grant," Nathan said.

Lance chuckled. He found sincerity in Nathan’s eyes, which reminded him of Madeline’s eyes, which were full of passion whenever she was in front of the camera.

’It seems the passion runs in her family,’ Lance commented. ’It’s quite refreshing to see. After all, none of us—the Grant siblings—are really passionate about something.’

"Alright, I’ll call Cedric tomorrow. Madeline is right; treat this as a part-time job so you don’t get too burdened. You can quit anytime you want and focus on something else if you don’t like it," Lance said.

"T—Thank you. I won’t disappoint you, Sir—uh... I mean, Lance," Nathan lowered his voice at the last word.

They finished the beef brisket and started the pecan pie, "You made this one, right?"

"Yep, Pecan Pie made by Chef Madeline Rose," Madeline chuckled. "By the way, the chef doesn’t take responsibility for poisoning that leads to death."

Lance didn’t really care if it tasted bad.

The fact that Madeline could make him food was enough to make him happy.

Thus, he took a big chunk and put it in his mouth.

Lance chewed it slowly, and to his surprise, this was probably the most delicious pie he ever ate.

It had a perfect mix of sweet, salty, and nutty. It also had a perfect texture that made it addictive to chew on.

Thus, he quickly devoured a slice of pecan pie Madeline had made.

"So, what do you think?" Madeline asked.

"I don’t understand how you could sabotage yourself in the finale of Summer Heat Lovers," Lance commented. "This pecan pie is perfect. You’re also a great cook."

"Well, I’m great at baking, but I’m definitely not as good as my brother when it comes to other dishes," Madeline replied. "So there’s no point in trying when I know Jasmin will cook better than I do."

"Besides, are you sure you want me to win, Mr. Grant?" Madeline raised her brow, and Lance dodged her eyes out of guilt.

Madeline found it amusing that Lance had changed after that reality show.

It was obvious that he felt very guilty whenever the topic of Summer Heat Lovers was brought up.

"Well, if you like the pecan pie, go for the second slice. I’m not going to eat it all," Madeline said. "I’m on a diet."

"Diet?" Lance frowned. "You look perfect already. What’s there to diet on?"

Madeline rolled her eyes and said, "I have to maintain my weight. It’s the bare minimum as an actress."

She put another slice of pecan pie on Lance’s plate.

However, Lance noticed something glaring; Madeline’s wrist was bruised badly, as if a man had squeezed it so tight to the point that he was hurting Madeline.

Lance’s gaze darkened. At first, he didn’t notice it because Madeline was wearing a long-sleeved shirt, probably to hide it from him.

But now that he knew, his good mood evaporated into thin air.

There was only one name that popped into his mind when he thought of a man who would hurt Madeline, and it was Zane Eastwood, that scum who couldn’t control his own emotions.

Lance clenched the fork in his hand but maintained his smile despite the brewing anger in his heart.

Thus, to mask his anger, he began eating the pecan pie quickly and roughly, as it was the only way to vent his frustration.

Madeline smiled at Lance and said, "Don’t rush. Nobody’s going to steal your pie."

Lance glanced at Madeline, who kept her smile.

Since Madeline didn’t want to show him her pain, he had to keep the farce, at least until they were alone. So he could confront her about this.