Being Pursued By Ex-husband

Chapter 592

Ugh, I need to stop, but it looks so yummy.

Spencer has already peeled it for me and brought it to my lips. All I need to do is open my mouth.

What can resist that?

In the end, Charlize failed to resist temptation and opened her mouth to take in the prawn.

“Is it good?”

“It is,” Charlize mumbled as she chewed on it.

“Really? I think it’s just average.” As he said that, he brought the second prawn to her lips. “Try it again.”

Charlize had completely lost her mind. What is diet? Oh well, we’ll save it for tomorrow.

In the end, not only did she finish half of the prawns, but she even ate two-thirds of the ribs.

It was only when Charlize could no longer eat anything else that she finally rejected Spencer’s request for her to continue eating in determination.

“No... I can’t eat anymore. I’m so full.”

She glanced at her round belly and nearly burst into tears.

That was the price of her inability to withstand the temptation of food. It was just a meal, but her belly had swelled up like an inflated balloon.

Spencer brought a glass of iced black coffee over and put a straw in the glass before passing it to her. “For your digestion.”

Charlize could no longer believe his words. She quickly shook her head. “I really can’t eat anything else anymore, Spencer.”

Charles had doted on her since young, so the art of acting cute was something she had mastered.

Charlize had never even realized this herself. She used to be afraid of Spencer, but only after a while of being his girlfriend, she was already showing her cuter side to him without realizing it.

Charlize inherited her looks from her father and took after her mother’s face shape. The combination of an oval face and soft features made her look gentle. Charlize was not an extremely attractive person. At least, not at first glance. Most would think of her as cute at the start and only gradually find her more and more attractive as time passed.

A part of her cuteness came from her big eyes. She had a button nose and soft pink lips. Although she did not have the prettiest facial features, she had a natural tender look. Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Charlize also had long and thick lashes. Every time she looked at someone, it was as if she was communicating with them with her eyes.

When she adorably rejected the black coffee Spencer passed to her, she looked absolutely sweet with

her big eyes.

Spencer wanted to crush her in a hug every time she looked at him like that.

Charlize was too well-protected. Charles had shown her nothing but the best of the world, so she saw the world through rose-colored glasses.

Spencer could not bring himself to destroy those rose-colored glasses of hers.

With a slight furrow of his brows, Spencer repeated, “It’s black coffee. It helps with digestion and weight loss.”

Charlize had done her homework before going on a diet, so she knew that black coffee did help with digestion. “All right. Thanks.”

Spencer passed her the glass, and she began sipping from the straw.

She only noticed that Spencer was finishing her leftovers when she was halfway through her glass of coffee.

“H-Have you not had your lunch?”

Did I just eat his lunch?

“I have,” he replied. After a pause, he seemed to have realized what she was thinking about and added, “I deliberately prepared this for you.”

“Oh, okay.”

Charlize let out a sigh of relief. She would be so wracked with guilt if she had eaten Spencer’s lunch.

A wave of complex emotions washed over Charlize as she watched Spencer finish her leftovers.

When she had just started working in the company, she had already found out that Spencer had mysophobia. He would not eat anything others gave to him during dinners, let alone finish someone else’s leftovers.

And yet, he was now eating her leftovers.

There was an emotion indescribable with words blooming in her chest, bringing warmth to her heart and tears to her eyes.

When Spencer realized that Charlize was staring at him, he lifted his head. “Do you want more?”

“I’m not a big eater,” Charlize said in embarrassment.

“You don’t eat a lot,” he commented.

Needless to say, girls love to hear sweet things.

Charlize smiled.

The two of them fell into a comfortable silence in the office as one drank coffee and the other ate the rest of the food.

Who would have thought that the man with an icy demeanor would peel prawns for his girlfriend and finish her leftovers?

Anyone who saw them would be moved by the scene.

Spencer was not slow in eating, but he was not an ugly eater. Before Charlize was even half done with her coffee, he had already finished the food.

After packing up the boxes and putting them aside, Spencer took a piece of wet tissue and wiped his hands.

Then, he took a new piece and turned to Charlize. “How do you feel now?”

“It’s not as bad anymore.”

The way he reached over to wipe her lips was so natural it was as though he had done it every day for decades. Charlize froze and meekly let him do as he pleased.

He had peeled the prawns for her, fed her the ribs, and now, he was even wiping her mouth. She had barely moved an inch throughout the entire time.

Charlize’s heart was thumping loudly against her ribcage. His actions made him irresistible.

How can someone be so apathetic at most times yet so sweet with me? Not even my own brother is so nice to me.

“Spencer, have you had a lot of girlfriends?” Charlize asked abruptly.

Right as those words escaped her mouth, she regretted it. Spencer did not seem like the kind who had dated before, but he seemed to know all the tricks in a romantic relationship.

“No.”

He threw away the wet tissue and lifted her chin. Charlize blinked. In her embarrassment, she tried to look away, but she realized there was nowhere for her to look.

“If you don’t believe me, I can prove it to you.”

“Huh? How will you do that?”

Can this even be proved?

Spencer did not reply to that. He only took the glass of coffee from her and placed it on the table. “Is it bitter?”

“No, it’s kind of sweet, in fact,” Charlize mumbled.

“I’ll have a taste too.”

He lowered his head and kissed her lips.

Charlize stiffened, her mind going blank. Her eyes were wide as she stared at the man a hair’s breadth away in disbelief.

In the next second, a large hand covered her eyes, and the lips against hers moved. “Close your eyes.”

The man’s voice was low and husky.

Charlize felt woozy. She felt as if she was floating in the clouds and slumped into his arms. It felt like a dream, but she knew it was not.