Boss, Your Ex-Wife is Unreachable Now! novel Chapter 166

Of course Lionel knew who Willow was—he just didn't know her very well.

From Lionel's perspective, Willow had always seemed distant, nothing like the other girls who went out of their way to impress him or shower him with attention.

To be fair, Juliette hadn't exactly been warm toward him at first, either. It was only after he'd worn down her defenses with his relentless charm that she'd stopped keeping him at arm's length.

"Mmm, that smells amazing. Did you cook all this? You can actually cook?" Lionel stared at the spread on the table—five different dishes and a hearty soup, each one vibrant and appetizing. His mouth watered in spite of himself.

He was, of course, directing the question at Juliette.

Juliette rolled her eyes. "You've known me for how many years, Lionel? Have you ever seen me cook anything edible, besides maybe boiling a pack of noodles?"

Lionel nodded in agreement. "Fair point. You might be a foodie, but your skills in the kitchen are almost nonexistent."

As soon as he said it, realization struck him. He turned, eyes wide, to Willow. "Wait, you made all this?"

In Lionel's mind, the icy beauty in front of him was not the type to set foot in a kitchen.

Willow could cook? And not just that—she could cook food that looked this good?

Was this what had won Beasley over?

"Would you like to sit down and have something to eat, Mr. Scott?" Willow asked politely, noticing Lionel's stunned gaze lingering on her handiwork.

Before Lionel could answer, Juliette spoke up. "Don't bother with him. I'm sure he's already eaten."

She slipped back into her seat, picked up her fork, and dug in.

Meanwhile, Lionel stood there awkwardly, still holding a garment bag with a formal dress inside.

He flashed a sheepish smile. "Your cooking is seriously impressive!"

No wonder a guy like Beasley fell for her.

"Thank you," Willow replied, her tone calm and measured. She'd heard the compliment before—her father had praised her cooking plenty of times—so Lionel's approval didn't faze her.

Juliette chimed in, "Getting to eat Willa's food is basically winning the lottery, you know."

Lionel agreed that Willow's cooking was good, but "winning the lottery" felt like a stretch.

What he didn't realize, and what both Willow and Juliette knew all too well, was that Willow had learned to cook just for Beasley. But Beasley had never tasted a single dish she made. Instead, it was Lionel, the clueless heir, who got the first bite.

He was the only one in the room who didn't know just how much that meant.