Love Is Fair

Love Is Fair By Kerri Chapter 184

Chapter 184 A Storm of Jealousy Among Three Men In the Sunny Private Room, Owen and Matthew were ordering. Such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, Matthew took the menu, glanced at it, and asked Oswin, “Can Hailey cook all the dishes on it?” Oswin smiled and said politely, “Of course, all the dishes on the menu are made by our boss and taught to the chefs.” Matthew’s eyes lit up when he heard this. “Well, how about letting your boss cook all the dishes on the menu?” He wanted to eat every Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

dish! Oswin was amazed. He had seen many arrogant ones, but he had never seen anyone with such a big appetite. Owen raised his eyes and looked at the person opposite. He said coldly. “Order that much, can you finish all? Are you a pig?” “As long as Hailey is willing to cook, I am willing to be a pig,” Matthew said with no psychological burden. Dignity was nothing for a foodie in front of delicious food. Owen didn’t bother to pay attention to him. He ticks off a few signature dishes on the menu with a pencil and handed the menu to Oswin. “These are almost enough. Do you have any special wine?” Oswin said, “the Rose Liquor is the specialty of our restaurant. It’s vinified uniquely by our boss. Would you like to taste it?” Owen’s eyes lit up slightly and nodded, “Yes.” “OK, please have some coffee first.” Oswin returned with the menu. Matthew couldn’t stop commending, “Hailey is an all-rounder. She knows everything. She can even brew wine. Having such a capable

wife can save 20 years of struggle, no, 50 years!” Owen sipped his coffee as if he had heard nothing. However, Matthew refused to let him go. He gave a bad smile and said. “So the problem

is, have you cried at night and regretted missing such a good wife?” Owen dropped his eyes and swallowed the coffee he had just drunk. The coffee tasted fragrant and slightly sweet in the mouth, then turned very bitter. ‘I haven’t cried, but I have indeed regretted.’ “And you?” Owen didn’t answer, but asked, “You’ve had so many girlfriends. Does anyone make you feel particularly regretful after breaking up?” “No. I’m miserable. Every time, they either had an affair or didn’t want to stay with me.” Matthew’s face was sad. “Every time they had an affair, they still said that they didn’t feel safe with me. Is it my fault that I am so damn handsome? Even if I look at a wire pole, they think I’m teasing!” With a pair of

romantic peach blossom eyes, Matthew suffered a lot of grievances over the years. Owen waited for him to finish his grievances and said in a flat voice, “Who gave you the illusion that you look like a man?” Matthew picked up the cigarette box at hand and threw it at Owen. Owen reached for it and grabbed it accurately. He took a cigarette from it, took a sip, and waited. “Did Hailey leave us here and go to the kitchen to cook?” Matthew asked hesitantly, always thinking that Hailey might not be so “kind”.

He couldn’t help but want to have a look. So he asked Owen, “How about we go down and help her?” “You’ll only do a disservice if you go. Sit still.” Owen said, but he snuffed out his cigarette in the ashtray and stood up. Matthew looked up at him and asked, “What are you doing?” “I am going down to see if there’s anything I can do.” Matthew thought it sounded familiar, and his eyes narrowed. “Wouldn’t it be a disservice if you go?” “Of course not.” Owen stood and looked down at him. He said faintly, “It’s mainly because I have nothing to say with you, a man.” Matthew sneered, “Then do you have something to say with a woman?”. Before Owen went out, Hailey walked in. Matthew immediately complained, “Hailey, he said you were old!” Owen, ‘Is this guy a primary school student?’ Hailey walked in and said, “Oh, I’m not older than you.”

Hailey sat down. Matthew gallantly poured her a cup of coffee, beaming, “Are the dishes finished so soon?” “Yes.” Hailey said flatly, “Just wait and eat.” Matthew was thinking about the meaning of her words. The door was pushed open, and the dining car came in. Then a tall and thin

handsome man in a chef’s suit pushed the dining car in. Seeing Jeremy, Matthew and Owen squinted their eyes at the same time. The boy is here again.’ Jeremy’s voice was light. “Hailey, are all the dishes served?” “Yeah, bring them all.” The waiters helped Jeremy bring all the dishes from the dining car to the round table. Jeremy nodded politely to Owen and Matthew and said, “Enjoy your dinner, uncles.” Owen looked calm, but Matthew was angry. “Hi, kld, who do you call uncle?” Jeremy was very tall, and so was Matthew. But now Jeremy was standing, Matthew was sitting, and immediately he has a feeling of being looked down. However, what was more annoying was that – Jeremy blinked innocently with a

pair of deer eyes and looked at him. “Or, elder uncle?” Matthew was irritated. He rolled up his sleeve and wanted to beat him up. But before he stood up, Hailey said coldly, “Go out if you want

to fight, don’t make me angry.” Matthew sat down as soon as he was about to stand up. ‘Eating is the most important thing in the world. As for the boy who is not

sensible, I can teach him a lesson at any time.’ When the food was served, Matthew couldn’t wait to pick up the cutlery. “Guys, I’m just gonna eat first.” ‘When have you been polite?’ Owen and Hailey did not care about him, but also slowly opened the cutlery and ate. Matthew ate a piece of steak, tasted it, took another piece, chewed it carefully, and swallowed it slowly. He glanced at Hailey as if he couldn’t believe it. He got some turducken, ate a small piece, looked up at Hailey, and said firmly, ‘You didn’t make today’s dish.” Owen then raised his head and ate silently without speaking. Hailey looked very calm. “Then?” Matthew’s expression was sad, looking like he had been deceived. “Didn’t you promise to invite us to dinner?” The soft and delicate tone seemed like a child who didn’t get candy. Owen was a little disgusted and frowned. “Can you talk normally?” Hailey looked at Matthew. “I only said that I would invite you to dinner, but I didn’t say that I would cook myself.” Matthew, who was not satisfied with the food, leaned back in his chair and was so angry that he wanted to kick his legs. With the last

glimmer of hope, he asked, “Are these dishes made by chef Gail?” “Chef Gail’s apprentice made them.” Jeremy pushed the dining car in again and answered, neither humble nor overbearing. “It’s me. I wonder whether this elder uncle has any comments?”