Emily Clark watched as Yvonne Foster skillfully filled the pot with water, lit the stove, and then expertly tore open the instant noodle packaging. He was so touched in that moment, he suddenly wondered if he’d been too petty—actually, this girl wasn’t so bad after all! On the very first day of living together, she was already so enthusiastic about making him food. Maybe he should take her to Ah Zhen’s Bun Shop for a bowl of wontons?

Just as Emily Clark was feeling guilty, he saw Yvonne Foster deftly open the cupboard and take out another pack from the few remaining instant noodles, tearing it open just as skillfully. Not only that, she beamed as she opened the fridge and took out the last remaining egg.

Emily Clark finally understood—things had come full circle. This little girl still just wanted a free meal.

Emily Clark felt ashamed for his earlier wave of emotion and for almost inviting Yvonne Foster out for wontons. Even if he’d fallen from grace and his state of mind had plummeted countless times, he shouldn’t be so gullible as to be tricked like those aunties on the street who love a freebie!

Out of sight, out of mind. Feeling quite dejected, Emily Clark gloomily walked back to his room alone to read.

Soon, the unique aroma of instant noodles and a faint scent of fried egg wafted from the kitchen.

“It’s ready, come eat!” came Yvonne Foster’s enthusiastic call from the kitchen, followed by the sound of her eating.

Emily Clark’s expression changed slightly. He rushed out, and sure enough, Yvonne Foster was savoring that one and only fried egg, her delicate face showing a look of pure bliss.

In a flash, Emily Clark recalled many wise sayings: strike first to gain the upper hand, the cuckoo occupying the magpie’s nest, the guest outshining the host...

But it was all too late—the only fried egg had already gone to waste.

Emily Clark silently picked up his noodles and started eating. He really didn’t want to deal with this woman, though he couldn’t deny she was a great beauty.

“My noodles taste good, don’t they?” Yvonne Foster asked smugly, completely ignoring Emily Clark’s silent protest.

Emily Clark had met plenty of vain women in his life, but never one quite this vain. Whoever made the instant noodles, wouldn’t they taste the same?

“I think it would taste even better with a fried egg,” Emily Clark said seriously.

“You’re so skinny, you really should eat more eggs to nourish yourself. Too bad there was only one, or I’d have shared one with you!” Yvonne Foster tilted her head and looked at Emily Clark, replying just as seriously.

Emily Clark was speechless and kept eating his noodles—the sooner he finished, the sooner he’d be free.

Done eating! Emily Clark put down his bowl and chopsticks and got up to leave.

“Hey, where are you going?” Yvonne Foster also put down her bowl and chopsticks and called out.

“Going back to my room to read,” Emily Clark replied matter-of-factly.

You ate my noodles, ate my fried egg, of course you should do some work, Emily Clark thought to himself.

“I cooked the noodles just now, so now it’s your turn to wash the dishes!” Yvonne Foster darted in front of Emily Clark, chest out, blocking his way, and said just as matter-of-factly.

Emily Clark stopped abruptly—who knew what kind of disaster would happen if he bumped into this woman’s chest this time? Though her chest was alluring, Emily Clark swore he didn’t have the slightest improper thought about it right now.

As he washed the greasy pots and bowls, Emily Clark once again felt ashamed for that fleeting moment of emotion he’d had earlier.

Chapter 5: So White, So Tender

“Emily Clark, come here and help me!”

After washing the dishes and drying his hands, Emily Clark was just about to head back to his room when he heard Yvonne Foster calling from inside.

Emily Clark deliberately pretended not to hear and kept walking toward his room.

Suddenly, a shadow flashed in front of him, a wave of youthful energy hit him, and Emily Clark stopped abruptly, blocked outside his room.

“Please, next time don’t suddenly jump in front of me like that, or you’ll be responsible for all the consequences!” Emily Clark said, staring at Yvonne Foster’s firm, shapely chest.

Yvonne Foster glared fiercely, striking that cool pose again. “You wouldn’t dare!”

Emily Clark shook his head inwardly. It’s really easier to be a bad guy. Why couldn’t he just be a bad guy? If he really was, would this woman still be so brazen? Would she still dare to use her chest as a weapon? He’d have to teach her a lesson!

“Fine, fine, I admit I wouldn’t dare. But if you keep tempting me to commit a crime again and again, I can’t make any promises,” Emily Clark said, waving his hand.

Yvonne Foster snorted, rolled her eyes at Emily Clark, and said, “That’s only because you’re ignoring me!”

It’s hard to be a person, even harder to be a good person! What kind of luck is this—more like a disaster, Emily Clark thought to himself.

“Alright, alright, what do you need help with?” Emily Clark began to compromise; otherwise, he’d never get any quiet reading time today.

“Hey, what’s with that attitude? Exercise after a meal is good for your health. I’m doing this for your own good, you know? With my beauty, I could make one phone call and a bunch of men would come running to help.” Seeing Emily Clark’s helpless look, Yvonne Foster got annoyed.

She finally understood—this man in front of her might not be a lecher, but he didn’t seem to have a big heart either. Could it be that a man’s generosity is directly proportional to his lechery?