Chapter 9 Kiss on Steven's Adam's Apple

Steven glanced at her.

She admitted it straightforwardly; her personality was bright and cheerful, and she spent the entire day smiling.

Steven said indifferently, "Let's eat."

"Okay!" she responded, happily diving into her meal.

For her, this was happiness!

Because her life had always been full of hardships.

Her family was not warm; she never received fatherly love growing up, and every penny she earned from her online store went to saving her grandfather.

She was the kind of kid who had no umbrella, so she had to run hard and be her own strong support.

Now, Steven was her support.

Even though they didn't have feelings for each other yet, she liked this respectful and polite life.

After dinner, Steven sat on the couch, wanting to discuss divorce, but she ran off to wash the dishes.

Steven frowned, "Nora, come here."

His face was a bit gloomy.

He started to wonder if Nora knew he wanted to talk about divorce and was deliberately avoiding him.

In fact, Nora really didn't know.

She just had a habit of washing the dishes immediately after eating.

Because if she didn't do it right away, she would forget. Wearing gloves, she cleaned the stove while answering him, "Steven, you can have some fruit and watch TV. I'll be done soon."

Steven sighed.

A while later, Nora turned and asked him, "Steven, can you show me how to use this dishwasher?"

The dishwasher was there when they moved in.

But it didn't come with a manual, and Nora knew it was an expensive brand. She didn't dare to touch it for fear of breaking it.

After graduating, she lived with her brother and sister-in-law in a rented two-bedroom apartment, and she paid half the rent each month. How could she afford a dishwasher?

Later, when she ran out of money, her father kicked her out.

That experience made Nora mature. She cherished money more than before because she understood that without money, even family would avoid you.

"A dishwasher?" Steven walked over with a few cherries. "Want one?"

"Thanks!" Nora said, opening her mouth wide.

Both her hands were gloved, so she couldn't take it herself.

Steven felt a bit awkward, his face cold as he reached out and put a cherry in her mouth.

"So sweet!" Nora chewed on the cherry, her eyes squinting slightly like a cute ragdoll cat.

Steven watched her for a moment before looking away.

"I'll check the manual." Steven examined the dishwasher.

He didn't know either. With so many servants at home, he never entered the kitchen. How would he know how to use a dishwasher?

So, Steven didn't know either!

Nora found it funny and covered her mouth beside him.

Steven glared at her, his gaze cold, "What's so funny? You don't know how to use it either, and you don't even know how to look it up online."

Nora stopped laughing, "Sorry."

She answered obediently, like a child who had done something wrong.

This woman had a natural charm, always able to unintentionally capture a man's heart.

Steven felt uncomfortable at the thought of her being with another man in the future, enjoying her gentleness and sweetness.

He operated the dishwasher with a cold face, "It's done. Bring the rinsed dishes over. Plates go on the top rack, bowls on the bottom."

"Do I need to take out the dishes that were washed earlier?" Nora asked, her big eyes curious.

"Nope. Just put the pot and cutting board in too, and press this wash button," Steven instructed. Their stainless steel cutting board could go in the dishwasher.

After explaining, Steven asked, "Got it?"

Since the house would be hers after the divorce, he figured she needed to know how to use the appliances.

"Got it," Nora replied.

"Alright, now you try," Steven said, letting her take over.

Nora bit her lip and followed the steps. The dishwasher started working.

"It's working! It's washing!" Nora exclaimed, her eyes sparkling. This was such a good product! It freed her hands!

No more arguing over who washes the dishes!

Steven sat back on the couch, placing the cherries in front of her. "Eat the cherries."

He needed to bring up the divorce after this.

"Aren't you having any?" Nora picked up a dark red cherry, savoring it.

"No," Steven replied coldly, leaning back on the couch and checking his phone.

"They're really good!" Nora said, but got no response.

The atmosphere became awkward.

Feeling a bit embarrassed, Nora wanted to turn on the TV to lighten the mood.

But the remote was on Steven's side, and his long legs were blocking the way.

Nora hesitated for a moment before stepping over his legs to get the remote.

Steven's eyes narrowed. "What are you doing?"

Startled, Nora lost her balance and ended up sitting on Steven's lap.

Oh my God!

She accidentally sat on Steven's lap and kept sliding down!

"Steven!" She was about to fall, reaching out to grab his sleeve in panic.

Steven quickly supported her hips and lifted her.

They collided.

Nora's lips brushed against Steven's Adam's apple.

A tingling sensation spread through her body.

Steven's eyes darkened, his large hand still on her hip, the heat making her blood boil!

Nora froze.

How did she end up kissing Steven's Adam's apple?

They were pressed tightly together, she was sitting on Steven, and his hot hand was supporting her hips...

The air seemed to heat up.

Nora sat dazed on Steven's lap, completely at a loss. The next second, Steven pushed her off.

"What are you doing?"

Steven's face darkened.

Nora fell onto the couch, her pupils contracting slightly.

Steven... actually rejected her like that!

After pushing her away, Steven was also a bit surprised. It was just a reflex; he didn't like being touched...

Just as he was about to say something, the doorbell rang.

Nora glanced at the door, then at Steven.

He looked gloomy.

The atmosphere was extremely awkward.

Nora felt a bit hurt, getting up to answer the door.

Outside was her sister, Olivia.

Olivia was 26, with a gentle and elegant appearance. Currently, she was six months pregnant, her belly rounder than before.

"Olivia." Nora smiled at her, "Come in."

Olivia took off her shoes and entered, seeing a handsome man standing by the couch, his gaze sharp and cold.

Why did the atmosphere feel so strange?

Olivia turned to look at Nora.

Nora whispered, "Olivia, this is Steven."

Her husband.