Our Billion-Worth Twins

Chapter 117

Chapter 117 Catelyn stood in the middle of the living room while Cedrick sat on the sofa. Catelyn was trying hard to ignore Cedrick, but his presence was too strong. “You’ve returned my phone,” Catelyn muttered. “Anything else that I could do for you?” He was just sitting there idly. He was not waiting for her to say her thanks, was he? “I’m hungry.” Cedrick turned his head away and did not look at Catelyn, yet he was ordering all the same, “Make me some food.”, Catelyn was astounded. Was he thinking she was his maid? “There’s a good restaurant downstairs, and they make great food. I highly recommend…” Cedrick stroked his collar mindlessly, raised his brow, and said, “I took the trouble to send your phone here. Do I not deserve compensation?” Catelyn blinked “I’m just saying that I didn’t prepare ingredients for this, and I’m afraid I can’t make something good for you.” Ollie had mentioned to her that Cedrick could be picky when it came to food, and she was not in the mood to entertain him.

Cedrick’s long legs crossed and were placed on the sofa. He laid down again. “I’ve been on a detox diet recently. I can eat anything that you cook, even if it’s something simple.”

Catelyn was speechless. ‘Well, thank you for being ‘accommodating’, then!’ Nonetheless, she walked into the kitchen and put on her apron. Her face was tinted pink, probably due to the remnants of her anger. She took out a pack of frozen sausage, washed some greens, and scrambled two eggs, assembling a delicious sandwich. It looked good, even though it was simple. When she served the food, Cedrick stared at the sausage and frowned. “I don’t eat processed food.” Catelyn pouted. “You said you’d eat anything I make.” “With the premise of all being healthy food.” “I only have frozen sausages here.

“Fine, don’t eat this. I have cereal in the kitchen, so you could make something for yourself.” She gave him a look of contempt. Did Cedrick just make himself literally ‘at home? Catelyn did not care what his response was anymore and went to sit at the dining table alone. Though it was a small apartment, the dining room was elongated. The dining table was covered in a plain table cloth and was placed next to the window.

The afternoon sun shone in, and she took one bite of her sandwich.

Catelyn was raised in a decent household and was well-trained with table manners. Thus, she ate cleanly and made not a sound.

She finished her food and placed her cutlery down when all of a sudden, a large shadow loomed over her.

She looked up and saw Cedrick’s grim face. He was holding another plate of sandwich in his hands. Considering his size and appetite, Catelyn purposely made a bigger sandwich for him and placed it on a larger plate. She teased, “Is Prince Cedrick finally willing to eat the peasant’s sandwich?”

Cedrick’s lips pursed, somehow creating tension in the atmosphere. Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

Catelyn used the tip of her feet to pull a chair to him and said cunningly, “Please take a seat.”

Cedrick sat quietly across from her. He seemed even more annoyed somehow, but did he have a reason to be mad? Cedrick ate elegantly and did not stop until he finished the last bite. “How does it taste?” Catelyn rested her chin in her palm and watched him as he ate.