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The Returned Heiress Who Never Fit In

Chapter 435
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Chapter 435 The Meal from Hell Chapter 435 The Meal from Hell "What's wrong?" C Victor, seated at the dining table, frowned when he saw Tessa frozen in place.

Meeting his sharp gaze, Tessa's heart skipped a beat. She quickly shook her head. "N-No, nothing's wrong." She rushed to ladle the pasta into bowls.

There was way too much.

She'd cooked for two, but the pot could've easily fed five. Her sense of portion control was absolutely nonexistent.

Tessa cautiously placed a bowl in front of Victor, then brought her own over and sat across from him.

She didn't dare look at his face.

From the silence alone, she could tell-Victor hadn't taken a single bite.

Forcing herself to eat a mouthful, Tessa nearly gagged the moment it hit her tongue.

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But she swallowed it.

Barely.

Then she glanced at Victor, managing a shaky smile. "It's good." Victor glanced at the bowl, then back at her.

His expression was unreadable-dark and unreadable, which made it all the more terrifying for Tessa. "It's good?" he asked.

Tessa nodded. "Yeah, tastes fine. It just... doesn't look very good." Calling the appearance "not very good" was being kind.

The original pasta had somehow turned into... mush? +5 Free Coins Yeah. That was it. A gooey mess. She'd overcooked it, and somewhere along the line she'd forgotten she'd already added salt- then added more.

That had to be what happened. Definitely.

"If... if you don't want to eat something that looks this bad, I can make you a new batch," she stammered. Honestly, that'd be ideal. Then she'd have an excuse to fix her mistake.

Victor let out a low chuckle. "Your cooking skills..." He trailed off, shooting her a sideways glance.

Tessa immediately nodded. "Yeah, not great." She was already panicking inside. Victor hadn't even eaten breakfast, and now this disaster for lunch? At that moment, Lewis cin, along with John and Silas.

Lewis's eyes landed on the dish in front of Victor, and he froze.

He stared a little harder, still not recognizing what it was.

"Boss... what is that? It doesn't look like food for humans." Everyone went silent.

1/2 0 +5 Free Coins Chapter 435 The Meal from Hell This idiot really just said that out loud? Great. If Eddie ended up heading to Mambia Dessert, Lewis would make the perfect companion.

Calling it not fit for humans-what, it's pig food? Tessa's heart was in her throat. She stared down at her bowl, willing herself to disappear.

Does this guy have a death wish? Why would he ask that out loud? Victor's face darkened. “Then what do you think it looks like?" He shot Lewis a glare, while John quietly took a seat far, far away.

John knew better than to stay close when Lewis opened hismouth trouble always followed. Lewis stammered. "I, uh..." What did it look like? Could he really say it looked like pig food? No one made pasta like this. No one.

Tessa silently kept eating, doing her best to shrink into herself.

Now even Lewis realized the danger and shut up.

But Victor wasn't letting it slide.

"There's more in the pot. Go eat," he said coldly.

He'd seen the whole pot earlier. It was unforgettable.

The fact that this woman managed to cook something this awful—that took talent.

Lewis immediately shook his head. “I'm not hungry." Was he kidding? That mess looked inedible. Even pigs would lose their appetite.

"Go eat," Victor repeated, his voice deeper.

Sensing this was going south fast, Lewis didn't dare refuse again.

He glanced from Victor to Tessa, cursing her silently the whole way to the kitchen. Just then, Silas spoke up.

"If she cooked it herself, you'd better eat every bite. No picky eaters M ve aftowed. The last part-no picky eaters allowed-cwith a sharper tone.