Married in a Flash Embarking on the Journey to Wealth

“Is there a problem?” Leslie glanced at her calmly.

“|...l thought you would be mad at me,” she muttered.

One time when Seth was sick, Aurelia went to his apartment to cook for him.

However, she wasn’t familiar with h

to operate an electric stove and ended up breaking it.

Seth reprimanded her for being inconsiderate and causing him trouble.

He even argued that he was scolding her for her own good. Otherwise, she would end up being good for nothing. In the end, she even had to compensate him a hundred dollars.

Thinking back, she felt like a fool for being that way.

Leslie dragged her away from the pan and said, “I can’t cook, so who am | to say anything?” Aurelia fell into silence and lowered her head.

After a while, all the noises from the pan ceased.

She wanted to clean up the mess when she noticed that she was in Leslie’s arms, his hand resting on her shoulder. Startled, she jolted away toward the fridge.

Leslie narrowed his eyes. How many times has she done this? Did he smell bad or something? “Did you get burnt?” he asked, feeling slightly annoyed.

She shook her head. “No.”

Her face did feel like it was burning, though.

“If you're that reluctant to be around me, why did you agree with my mom to marry me?” Aurelia paused and considered his question. “That’s because ...”

Just as she was about to explain about the conflict between her mother and Seth, she smelt something burning. “Mr. Synder, do you smell that?”

“The pan is burning.” He pointed at the pan, expressionless.

“My steak!”

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Aurelia stared at the black object on the pan and bit her lip.

Years of cooking experience yet she failed to even make a simple steak.

Leslie glanced at the pan in disgust. “It’s fine. Let’s order some takeout.”

Aurelia stared at the steak.

She recalled the thoughtful look on Leslie’s face when he looked at the steak inside the fridge. Leslie was so nice to her, yet she couldn’t even make him some steak.

She pushed him gently. “Mr. Synder, go watch TV. I’ll call you when the food is ready.”

Before Leslie could react, he was pushed out of the kitchen.

He almost had his nose bumped against the door when he turned around.

Whose house was this, really?

He wasn’t annoyed though. Instead, he felt quite relaxed.

He walked straight to the balcony, casually closing the door to prevent the smell of smoke from entering the room.

The balcony was his favorite spot in this house.

It was much larger than those in typical homes.

With its semi-circular shape, it was equipped with a sunshade, tables, and chairs. It was a perfect place for relaxation. He leaned against the railing and lit a cigarette.

He started obseving a family of three in the opposite building sitting down for a meal.

The family was smiling.

The child watched their parents while the father fed the mother a bite of food. They were all laughing heartily. Leslie never paid attention to these sorts of things, but he was now feeling a sense of longing for something.

The cigarette smoke started obscuring the image of the happy family before him.

In an instance, it took him back to a different memory.

A boy of the same age as him walked up to him, grinning maliciously.

“Leslie, you're an illegitimate child, you know? Dad loves me! My mom said the one not loved is the homewrecker!” Leslie immediately punched him and sent him to the hospital.

Later, he and his mother were kicked out.

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