Your Guise Is Slipping, Miss Pearl

Chapter 888

As a famous celebrity, Hanzel always caused chaos wherever he went; even a simple trip to the grocery store turned into a spectacle because of him.

Sensing the impending chaos, Hanzel shot Pearl a glare and made his escape with Feather, followed by a crowd of curious onlookers.

Pearl held onto Richard, staying clear of the commotion.

"Never knew you could be a little devil." Richard chuckled, finding her mischievous side endearing. "You're full of surprises."

Pearl tilted her head up, giving him a coy smile. "Alright, time to check out and head home."

Richard paid for their groceries using his phone, and once they arrived at Pearl's home, he shooed her out of the kitchen.

"I don't need your help. Just wait outside, and dinner will be ready soon," Richard insisted.

Not one to argue, Pearl happily obliged and settled onto the couch, turning on the television to pass the time. Besides, she wasn't a great cook.

But soon, an unpleasant smell wafted from the kitchen, prompting Pearl's concern. "What are you doing?"

Richard's response was curt as he continued to chop ingredients. "I'm cooking."

Pearl hesitated, unsure. "Why do I smell something weird? Are you sure you don't need any help?"

Richard shook his head, then suddenly remembered she couldn't see him, so he raised his voice. "No."

Respecting his wishes, Pearl decided to wait and see how things turned out.

After what felt like an eternity, Pearl's stomach growled, but Richard still seemed busy. "How many dishes did you make?" she asked, growing curious.

"Three," came Richard's reply.

Three dishes in two hours? Pearl found that odd. Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Unable to resist her curiosity any longer, Pearl ventured into the kitchen, only to be met with thick smoke.

"Why didn't you turn on the kitchen hood?" Pearl scolded.

Richard paused, realizing his oversight. Ramona usually handled that for him when he cooked at home, so he had forgotten about it.

Looking annoyed, Pearl quickly turned on the hood, clearing the smoke from the kitchen.

"Let me see what you made."

Richard's cheeks flushed slightly as he tried to hide the dishes behind him. "No, forget it. Let's dine out."

"After two hours of cooking? We can't just give up," Pearl protested.