Vivian is always decisive and does exactly what she says.

When the cook came to the kitchen, she was astonished to see the table filled with all kinds of delicious dishes that were visually appealing, fragrant and exquisitely crafted.

If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she wouldn't have been able to associate the lady in front of her with the dishes.

Even if Vivian had been fortunate enough to see her show off her skills on her first day of marrying House of Steven, she would never have imagined that she would be so skilled in cooking.

If the lady were to be the cook, she would probably be out of work... Thinking this, the cook was almost amused by herself.

A woman of such high status, cooking occasionally is a hobby. How could a woman like her be compared to her?

Vivian looked at the cook who couldn't stop smiling for a long time and couldn't help laughing.

"What's wrong?"

"Madam..." The cook stammered, still not coming to her senses, "Did you learn this from a master?"

"Why do you think so? It's just my interest." Vivian was in a good mood to be able to make such a sumptuous feast, and replied with a smile.

"Oh my God!" After getting Vivian's exact reply, the cook exclaimed, "Unbelievable!"

Vivian found it strange, "I just made a few small dishes..." Is it really that exaggerated?

"Side dishes?" "

The cook looked at Vivian with an imperceptibly adoring look and said from the bottom of her heart:

"The lady is not like us wretched people. Who doesn't have a daughter who never does any housework? But the lady is so different from others. It's fine that you can cook some home-style dishes, but you almost made a Manchu-Han feast! I, I, I think I can retire, madam, you are really amazing."

Vivian has always been very confident, and even so she blushed a little when praised by the cook. "Well, stop flattering me and help me put the food in the lunch box." It was almost time for Raymond to have a meal.

"All right, madam."

It has to be said that in some places Vivian and Raymond are very similar, that is, always being overly perfectionist about one thing.

Even to thank Raymond, Vivian could have made two or three dishes as she did last time, expressing her feelings without being too tired.

But the result is that she has to use four lunch boxes to pack all the dishes.

It was already done, but Vivian found that one of the soup dishes was missing.

She looked at her watch and found there was plenty of time, so she decided to make a quick soup.

While cutting the vegetables, for some reason, her heart was pounding so loudly that she felt something was going to happen.

She didn't know what would happen in the future, but in that moment of absent-mindedness, she actually cut her hand.

"Ah..." She let out an involuntary cry of pain, for years she hadn't made such a low-level mistake.

Vivian was a little annoyed.

The cook, who was helping her out, saw her fingers gushing with blood and rushed over to fetch the medical kit and bandaged her.

"Madam, you should be careful. Such a beautiful hand has been cut like this. If you don't feel sorry, I will feel sorry for you. If Sir Had known that you were injured in such a small matter, he would surely have scolded us."

Vivian lowered her eyelids and subconsciously touched the band-aid stuck to the wound, muttering to herself, "I just hope my efforts won't be in vain." Raymond…… Will you appreciate her?

Thinking of all the ups and downs outside, all of Raymond's single-handed blocking Vivian's heart.

After all, no one has ever protected her like this since her grandfather's death.

In the end, Vivian came to the House of Steven Group company with three bodyguards and five insulated boxes.

A lot of people were talking about her.

The CEO's wife has been a hot topic recently.

First, she was parachuted into the branch as its general manager, and before she could even get into the position, she became notorious. Many people thought Vivian was out of favor this morning when the president didn't come to work with his wife.

Now seeing her still daring to show up, my mind is filled with countless thoughts.

Vivian didn't care at all about the malicious or curious looks and walked straight to the front.

The ladies at the front desk, though they dared to talk about her behind her back, never dared to deal with her face to face. They hurriedly bowed to her obsequiously and greeted her with a smile: "Hello, madam!"

"Yes." Vivian was in a good mood today and nodded slightly to them.

But that good mood crumbled the moment she pushed open the door.

In Raymond's office, a man and a woman hugged each other tightly.

And that man happened to be her husband - Raymond.

Vivian, carrying her lunch box, stood there stunned for a long time, and the bodyguards behind her immediately took a few alert steps back from the office and kindly closed the door for them.

"Who is she?" By chance, Vivian thought of the woman who claimed to be Raymond's wife.

At that time, she believed Raymond's obscure explanation. Now this... Is this the second one?

The woman, upon hearing Vivian's voice, turned her graceful figure and glanced back at the uninvited guest at the door, her eyes full of unpleasantness after being disturbed.

"You!"

Vivian pointed at the woman who almost clung to Raymond and said coldly, "Get out now!"

The gorgeous and pretty woman was clearly intimidated by the powerful chill in Vivian's body and subconsciously shrank her neck as if frightened.

She said to Raymond in a soft voice, "Mr.Steven, look at her..."

Raymond looked at Vivian, a look of confusion flashing in his eyes, "How did you get here? It's not up to you to decide my business."

Then he turned his head to the woman beside him and said, "You go out first."

Though there were no mushy words, the tone was much milder than when Vivian spoke.

The woman, wearing high heels, gave Vivian a contemptuous sneer with a smug look as she strode past her.

For a moment, Vivian could hardly believe her ears.

She even thought she wasn't hearing Raymond's voice, though the handsome man standing before her did lift his lips slightly.

After a while, she finally came to her senses and forced a smile.

She... She's really not doing well.

She had told herself countless times that there was only a relationship of exploitation and benefit between her and Raymond, so why did she keep losing her composure again and again?

"What do you want here?" Seeing Vivian's pale face, Raymond finally softened his tone a little.

Hearing his question, Vivian finally realized the purpose of her visit. She cast aside all her thoughts and tried to pull away a smile: "Have you used it for lunch?" I made a few dishes and brought them to you."

"Food delivery?" Raymond didn't expect her to say this and frowned slightly. "Didn't you say you wouldn't send it?"

Raymond remembers clearly that not long ago she had said herself that she would never continue to deliver food to him again.

Why did she go against what she had said at such a critical time?