Matter of Love

Chapter 770 Hateful Green Onion (Part Two)

Leona thought he was talking about the fragrance of the vegetables, so she quickly turned the vegetables in the frying pot with a spade while pushing his head away. "Don't make trouble. Go upstairs to take a shower and change your clothes. Eat more since the food smells good."

"Well, you not only need to eat more, but also eat up all of them." Greg said meaningfully, "but what if I want to eat now? How about you feed me first?" As he spoke, his hands began to move restlessly.

Only then did Leona understand what he meant. With red flush on her face, Leona dodged his wolf claws and said shyly, "I hate you. Go away, you... You should wait after dinner."

After saying this, Leona's face turned red. It was the first time that she had taken the initiative to say such bold words.

Seeing her like this, Greg was even more moved, but he still chose to listen to her. Only when he was full could he have the strength to work. He would do a lot of exercises later.

"Well, it's up to you. But I have to get some benefits first." After saying that, he kissed her on her face and walked out with satisfaction.

"A profiteer who always calculated the gain and loss of interests at any time." Leona muttered and continued to cook. More than 10 minutes later, she took out half of the four dishes she had prepared and put them into the heat preservation box. These were prepared for Eden later, and the rest were put on the plate and put on the table.

At this time, Greg also changed into casual clothes and walked downstairs. His hair was still wet. Smelling the aroma from the table, he was really hungry.

"Let's eat. The soup is still in the pot. I'll bring it to you." When the last soup was served by Leona, the two of them began to have dinner.

Looking at the four dishes and one soup in front of him, Greg looked at Leona in disbelief. What did she mean?

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Greg's face turned green. This feeling was strange. He should have been happy that Leona had specially prepared these for him, but the dishes in front of him were all nutritious, and they were good for his kidney. Wasn't she satisfied with some of his ability? It was a huge insult to a man.

These dishes were carefully selected online by Leona. Now she was eager to get pregnant, so she and Greg had to work together. These three dishes were very suitable for three of them.

Eden had uremia before and needed to nourish his kidney.

Needless to say, Greg had given Eden a kidney. The most important thing was that he had shouldered a great mission now and needed a lot of nutrition. Of course, she also needed to nourish herself. These dishes were really suitable for all of them.

"You Do you think I'm not working hard enough?" Greg couldn't help but ask. If that was the case, he had to behave well to prove that he was as mighty as before.

Looking at the dishes on the table, Leona suddenly understood what he meant. With a blush on her face, she said, "Just eat your food. Don't talk so much. I just want to help you with your body. If you don't like, then I won't cook these next time."

"No, I like it very much. You can continue to cook next time." Looking at her shy face, Greg was in a good mood and picked up the chopsticks to start.

Unlike usual, Leona ate quite much today. She ate a lot and kept putting the food into her mouth.

"You seem to have a good appetite today." Greg looked at her gobbling and teased.

"It's so delicious. Of course you should eat more." After saying that, Leona filled a bowl of soup for herself and one for Greg.

In fact, Leona had already been full. She didn't eat much, but she still had a lot of exercise to do later. She had to reserve enough strength.

After drinking another half bowl of soup, Leona couldn't sit still any longer. She put her hands on her stomach and leaned against the chair to look at Greg. When he almost finished eating, she cleaned up the dishes.

Greg also came to the kitchen, and saw that Leona was washing dishes by the sink. In a good mood, Greg rolled up his sleeves, took the bowl that she had washed and dried it with a clean rag, and put it on the bowl rack aside.

After wiping the last plate, Greg pulled over Leona who was about to go out and held her in his arms. "Leona, I miss you..." As he spoke, he lowered his head, and a shadow shrouded over Leona.

The kitchen was filled with the romantic atmosphere. Suddenly, Leona reached out her hand to cover his mouth and said, "No, the green onion smells bad."

Greg was rendered speechless. It was she who forced him to eat green onion. But now she disliked him instead. Was it reasonable?

"I don't care. You forced me to eat onions. You have to bear the consequences. If you don't like the taste, how would I like it? We should share the happiness and difficulties together." Greg pushed her hand away and lowered his head again.

"EW..." Unexpectedly, Leona began to retch all of a sudden. She pushed away Greg and leaned over the edge of the washing pool.

"Leona, what's wrong with you?" Being interrupted all of a sudden, Greg felt very angry, but when he saw the reaction of Leona, he began to worry again.

"No, I'm fine. I just can't stand the smell of green onion." Waving her hand, Leona explained. She wouldn't tell Greg that was not the reason.

Just now, when Greg's mouth was about to touch her, the scene in his office in the daytime suddenly broke into her mind. She clearly remembered that when she stood by the door, she saw him making out with that woman.

And the photo of Greg and the woman in red eating the same sandwich in the car, which made Leona feel sick.

She was a neat freak. She couldn't bear him to touch her with the mouth of another woman, which would make her feel disgusted. What she wanted was only to be pregnant, and as for other things, it would be better to avoid.

With a darkened face, Greg looked at Leona who was much better and said, "Damn it! Since you don't like the taste, why should I eat it? I'll go brush my teeth."

"Don't bother." In a moment of desperation, Leona stopped Greg, "You've already eaten it. Even if you brush your teeth, there will still be smell from your stomach."

She didn't want him to know that she was not sick because of a green onion, so she could only find an excuse to hide her guilt!