The Day I Kissed An Older Man

Chapter 680
In the kitchen of the Holden’s estate, Corinne was indulgently placed on a clean countertop by a man who would not let her lift a
finger. Watching the man’s somewhat unskilled knife work while he chopped vegetables, Corinne leisurely swung her still tender
and sore legs and teased, “Mister, you’re a grown man, and you still don’t know how to cook?”
The man glanced at her and retorted, “Do you think I need to know these things?”
Corinne raised an eyebrow. Well, for someone born with a silver spoon in their mouth, with clothes and food readily available,
they indeed did not need to bother with such trivial matters as cooking and household chores.
Corinne crossed her arms and said, “Maybe you didn’t need to before, but in the future, you how to do laundry and cook!”
better learn
The man continued dicing the tomatoes with a hint of amusement in his eyes. “Why is that?”
Corinne replied matter-of-factly, “Because if you want to start a family, you need to learn to take care of your wife and children!”
The man snorted lightly while cutting the tomatoes. “Even if I don’t know how to do laundry or cook, I won’t let you do it. I’ll
arrange for someone else to take care of all that for you. And as for me, I’ll take care of you in ways that others can’t.”
Look at him! Why is he changing the subject again?
Corinne felt her cheeks flush but pretended not to understand, avoiding his topic of driving. “Well, I also don’t like having people
around me all the time, disturbing my life! Honestly, I’m not used to living in a house with so many servants like Mister’s. I prefer
the atmosphere of just family members living together, taking care of, and worrying about each other. Mister, if you want to be
with me, you have to get used to a life without servants in advance! You can’t expect me to do all the household chores alone; I
won’t be your free nanny!”
The girl continued to speak eloquently, her words flowing smoothly from her small mouth.
The man hesitated for a moment, raising his head to look at her intently, his eyes narrowing with a hint of deep contemplation.
This mischievous and troublesome little girl barely did anything, yet she was already trying to instruct and train this older man in
various matters. But her words struck a chord deep within him.

She was considering their future together, making plans for a life that included him. It was truly the most touching declaration of
affection.
The man snapped back to reality and gently brushed the tip of the girl’s nose with a large hand. “Alright! I’ll listen to you! From
now on, I’ll be your free babysitter, washing your clothes and cooking for you, taking care of you, you little rascal. Is that
acceptable?”
Corinne rubbed her nose against his hand and wrinkled her brow in disgust. “Mister, your hands smell like onions!”
The man found her amusing and deliberately pinched her nose again. “That’s because of the cooking I do for you, little rascal.
Understand?”
Corinne angrily swatted his large hand away. “Then stop fooling around and cook already! I’m starving!”
The man stopped fooling around and finished chopping the tomatoes. He humbly sought advice, “Tell me, what should I do
next?”
Corinne glanced at the chopped vegetables on the cutting board and directed him, “Alright, the green. onions and tomatoes are
ready. Now, beat two eggs to make an egg mixture, heat the pan with oil, and stir -fry the eggs first!”
The man nodded and followed her instructions. Although he never personally cooked before, his years of dominating the
business world endowed him with a meticulous work ethic. Under Corinne’s guidance, he smoothly completed each step.
Corinne watched the tall and handsome man stir-frying the eggs with a sense of contrast, and an uncontrollable smile of
sweetness crept up on her lips, bringing clarity to her heart.
Although she was reluctant when Mister forcibly brought her back to the Holden’s estate, now, as she quietly watched him, she
felt an indescribable sense of reassurance and warmth.
Since she was young, Corinne was abandoned at her relatives’ countryside home. They did not want to take care of her, so she
ended up going to a nunnery and grew up there, relying on their meals.
Therefore, she always lacked a sense of belonging. She had no place that made her feel like it was her home, no sense of
rootedness that she could rely on.