CHAPTER 35: CHAPTER 35: SHE IS A DEVIL

"Where is it?"

Kyle Keaton was about to take out his card to pay, without looking at her.

July Quinn quickly scanned to pay first, catching Kyle Keaton slightly off guard.

No matter where he was, his wealth and power were always the top, so those around him were used to him picking up the check.

So, this was the first time Kyle Keaton had someone snatch the payment.

It felt... inexplicably novel!

"The Continental Hotel, my dad’s birthday this weekend."

July Quinn didn’t notice anything unusual and merely rushed to mention the destination.

Actually, she didn’t want to attend Charles Quinn’s birthday banquet at all.

But whether it was Nina Quinn or Nathan Jacobs, they always used this occasion to show off in front of her.

July Quinn truly felt annoyed, so she decided to cut through the confusion quickly.

Anyway, sooner or later they’re going to call her "Auntie."

Better to drop this bombshell on Charles Quinn’s birthday, so they wouldn’t dare find reasons to show off again.

But July Quinn didn’t anticipate that just after she finished speaking, the man tersely refused.

"Not interested."

He picked up the instant noodles and boarded the car without giving July Quinn an extra glance.

"But you promised you could meet the family." July Quinn hurriedly followed him onto the car.

"But I never said it would be now."

July Quinn: "..."

This deceitful person.

In her heart, she cursed his ancestors up to eighteen generations.

*

Returning to the simply furnished apartment.

July Quinn eagerly opened a box of instant noodles, furrowing her eyebrows immediately.

"There are no large prawns or squid rings in here, what’s going on? Did they miss something in packing?"

"Nothing’s missing. Just look at the line next to the picture and you’ll understand."

Kyle Keaton began busying himself in the kitchen.

July Quinn looked down, and sure enough, found a little line next to the picture: "Images are for reference only."

She twitched the corner of her mouth: "Is this even allowed?"

Yet she still followed the process written above and cooked a box of noodles.

When Kyle Keaton finished preparing two hot dishes and two cold dishes, hoping the aroma would lure someone over, he saw July Quinn burping on the sofa.

On the small table beside, there was an already empty box of instant noodles.

"How come I just discovered this human delicacy now..."

Someone was rubbing her stomach, humming contentedly.

Kyle Keaton: "..."

His culinary skills weren’t bad.

But deciding whether to cook and who to cook for depended on his mood.

Today, he rarely found July Quinn somewhat agreeable, so he graciously decided to cook a meal.

Yet he never expected the food he had busily prepared seemed to be less appealing to July Quinn than a box of cheap instant noodles.

That’s not even the main point.

The main point is, it seems July Quinn had never tasted instant noodles.

If she were really from a poor countryside, this cheap and filling stuff she should’ve eaten till she was sick.

Yet what July Quinn inadvertently revealed truly didn’t seem like someone who grew up in the countryside.

Even disregarding her top-notch looks, her casual gestures alone could make others around her look like mere backdrops.

Even previously surrounded by countless debutantes, Kyle Keaton had never seen anyone like July Quinn, who in invisibly highlighted the inadequacies of others.

Who is she, really?

While Kyle Keaton was pondering, his waist was suddenly embraced.

He looked down to see July Quinn somehow got in front of him, hugging his waist coquettishly.

"What do you want now?" Kyle Keaton raised his eyebrows.

This woman was indeed a devil.

Relatives were still around, yet she’s flirting relentlessly.

Sparking flames and not being responsible for extinguishing them!

The more he thought about it, the more infuriating it was!

"Not wanting anything. You’re my husband, being close to you, what’s wrong with that?"

July Quinn still clung to the man’s waist, her innocent eyes meeting his gaze.

"July Quinn, honestly tell me, what do you really want by getting close to me."

Facing those eyes, Kyle Keaton increasingly felt that her approach wasn’t simple.

Yet those he sent to thoroughly investigate July Quinn’s background either disappeared or returned severely injured.

Confronted with his questioning, July Quinn smiled charmingly, embodying enchanting allure.

"Probably just want to see you bathe."