Billionaire Ex-wife: I Can't Live Without You

“This is the cookbook.

From this moment, every meal you cook must be in accordance with this book.

Each meal should include one meat dish, one vegetable dish, and one soup, and you cannot repeat any meal.

”

He took the book and flipped through a few pages roughly.

He didn’t object, so Lucinda checked her watch and realized that it was already half-past eight.

She hadn’t eaten dinner.

“You’ll start cooking tonight.

Let me know when dinner is set.

You are not allowed on the third floor but you can choose a bedroom of your choice on the second floor.

She then walked upstairs to the study.

She still had so much work to get done.

Nathaniel finally got some relief when he saw Lucinda walk upstairs.

He bent over in pain and supported himself with the table.

The blood on his white shirt had dried up, sticking the shirt to the wound.

He soaked a towel in hot water and spread it on it.

Then he pulled the shirt from his body carefully.

He took off his shirt quickly to wash the blood away, trying to prevent Lucinda from noticing.

He would normally have been able to effortlessly wring his clothes dry, but at that moment, the drug he was injected with made him very weak.

He had no other option but to slip on the damp shirt and the dark suit jacket.

If Lucinda didn’t look at it closely, she would not notice it.

Afterward, he felt completely drained, like he had used up all his energy.

Nathaniel’s body reacted strongly to that drug in particular.

He had stalled for over thirty minutes before he finally mustered some strength and began to cook.

Despite the agony, Nathaniel started studying the cookbook.

He opened the refrigerator and discovered it was packed with all sort of fresh ingredients.

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It was apparent that Lucinda had meticulously planned everything.

Nathaniel’s eyes became gloomy, and nobody could tell what was on his mind.

In the study upstairs, Lucinda sat in front of her computer, wholly focused.

The talent show she had founded for the girls’ team had aired its third episode and had been a hot topic on the Internet ever since.

Her friend Noelle, whom she knew from the orphanage, continued to compete in the program after her recovery.

It seemed that Noelle was unaffected.

She quickly returned to her usual state, and her ranking had remained steady in the top fifteen.

Barring any unforeseen events, she should be able to secure a place in the finals.

It looked like everything was moving in a positive direction.

After she understood how the program was going, she called Jaliyah.

“I arranged for both of them to clean the floor tonight.

Vivien yelled so loudly and she even insulted you.

So I locked them in the basement again.