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At first, Maureen suggested a simple omelet, thinking that as long as he didn’t overdo the salt or makes it Eduties, it couldn’t possibly go wrong
Who would have thought this genius in the business world, who could do anything, would mess up something as simple as an omelet so badly it was beyond words?
She quickly gave up on that idea and had him try something else.
Remembering that I loved bread and that using a bread maker was practically foolproof, Maureen figured it was the safest bet.
One just had to toss in the ingredients, press a button, and voilà–perfectly baked bread. It didn’t require any skill at all.
Bread was also a perfect choice for breakfast.
With her carefully guiding him on the exact measurements, the bread came out perfectly golden and fragrant, without a single mistake.
“Come on, babe, just try it. Don’t you love walnuts?” Irvin leaned forward, trying to feed me the bread when he saw I wasn’t moving.
I quickly leaned back, yanked my body away, and swatted the bread out of his hand with force.
Irvin’s handsome face, which had been smiling and eager for praise, immediately fell when he saw the bread he had painstakingly baked, hit the floor. His expression quickly darkened and became almost frightening
He was a genius in every sense of the word. From a young age, he excelled at anything he touched. With his striking looks and remarkable abilities, he was always the center of attention wherever he went.
He didn’t need to please anyone, and people would flock to please him instead. Everything he wanted was handed to him on a silver platter without him even needing to ask.
The lowest point in his life had been when his father abruptly disowned him, stripping him of his position as heir to the Sawyers.
However, with me supporting him, he never failed. I indulged him in everything, always giving in to his whims. That was why he had an extremely arrogant personality and always thought himself as superior to others.
For him to lower his pride, speak so gently, and even step into the kitchen had already crossed countless boundaries. Yet not only did I refuse to appreciate any of it, I had even trampled on his sincere effort.
He clearly couldn’t hold back anymore. “Emilia, I know I was wrong before, but I’ve apologized. I’ve tried to make it up to you, and I even cooked for you. What more do you want?”
The irritation in his voice wavered when he met my cold gaze, shifting into something more like hurt. “Even if you don’t like it or don’t want to forgive me, at least don’t waste food like that…”
I looked at him indifferently, my voice was flat and emotionless as I said, “I’m allergic to nuts. Not only can I not eat them, but even having them touch my lips makes me break out in hives and have difficulty breathing. Do you want me dead? So, should I still accept the bread with a smile?”
Irvin’s expression immediately froze, feeling awkward. After a while, he said, “I didn’t… I do remember you..
“You mean, Julianne loves nuts.”
In fact, Julianne might not have been that fond of nuts, but she knew I was allergic to them. That was why her
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favourite food was nuts.
When she stayed at my house, she often tried to feed me food with nuts in it. If I refused, she would cry, saying! didn’t like her or wasn’t fond of her.
My parents and brother would get upset, and I would have to explain that the food she gave me contained nuts.
She pretended not to know about my nut allergy, saying she only wanted to share her favorite food with me and had no idea I couldn’t eat nuts.
My parents and brother scolded me, calling me ungrateful, They said she was being kind, sharing her favorite food with me, and yet I acted like this.
They even called me dramatic, saying, “Why can everyone else eat nuts, but you can’t?”
When Julianne cried, they would force me to eat it in an attempt to calm her down. They insisted that my allergy was just because I hadn’t eaten enough of it, and if I ate more, I would stop being allergic.
They claimed that was how desensitization therapy worked.
However, since they were well–versed in medicine, they knew better than anyone that not all allergies could be treated that way. Actually, allergies could truly be life–threatening.