Hidden Flash Marriage: Love Me Back, Mr CEO

After Mia finished her warm bath, she longed to crawl into bed and rest her exhausted body. What an eventful day it had been. However, her rumbling stomach reminded her that she hadn’t eaten since morning.

Dragging her tired legs, she descended the stairs in her pajamas. It was already late into the night, so the maids had retired to their quarters. Mia let out a frustrated sigh as she stood alone in the empty dining room, pondering her options. Should she go back to bed on an empty stomach? Definitely not. She knew she wouldn’t be able to enjoy her sleep that way.

Left with no choice, she made her way directly to the kitchen to prepare something to eat. As she busied herself, a sudden chill ran down her spine, signaling the presence of someone else. Without even turning around, she knew who it was-the demigod, Shawn. She could feel his aura.

Mia’s heart began to race in her chest as she slowly turned to face him. Shawn stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame, his face devoid of emotion, making it difficult for Mia to discern his feelings. She scolded herself internally for acting without thinking. What was she doing? It was well past midnight, and she had no right to be in his kitchen.

“I’m too gullible,” she muttered to herself, fear coursing through her veins. She didn’t know what to say, feeling paralyzed by the tense atmosphere in the room.

Just as she mustered up the courage to apologize and offer to switch off the cooker, Shawn beat her to it. His cold, alluring voice broke the silence. “Prepare for two.”

And with that, he turned and left.

Mia was left completely flustered. It wasn’t the response she expected at all. Had she misheard him? What she anticipated was his anger, considering the stress he had gone through to free her from prison. But now, it seemed as if he had changed. He felt like a different person. Or maybe she was mistaken?

Shaking off her thoughts, Mia blinked and refocused on her task. After a while, the food was ready.

Shawn sat elegantly at the dining table, observing silently as Mia set the table. Initially, she thought he had returned to his room after leaving the kitchen. Seeing him in the dining area, she breathed a sigh of relief. It would have been awkward for her to search for him in his room, a place she had never ventured before and never wished to enter. Just passing in front of his door was enough to unnerve her.

Once the table was set, Mia quietly took her seat. She was famished and eager to dig into her meal, but she refrained from doing so, waiting for the statue-like demigod to start eating first.

However, Shawn was simply peering into his bowl with a grimace on his face. Confusion filled Mia as she wondered what was wrong.

The girl had prepared instant noodles, something the man had never tasted before in his life. Where did she get them?

“Where did you get this from?” Shawn inquired, surprising Mia.

“In the kitchen,” she replied, perplexed by his reaction.

Shawn was taken aback. He had no idea instant noodles even existed in his house. The maids had never served him such “lousy” food before. Disgust flashed across his face, but then he noticed that Mia hadn’t begun eating. It was because of him. He sighed internally.

He shouldn’t have asked her to prepare his food. Now, he had to force himself to eat the “poison.” Pressing his thin lips together, he picked up the chopsticks and reluctantly took a small bite, intending to eat just a little.

Observing his hesitant actions, Mia heaved a sigh of relief and started eating as well, picking up her chopsticks. Shawn, intrigued, took another bite of the noodles. As he chewed, his brows furrowed in thought. Surprisingly, it wasn’t bad at all.

Having never experienced instant noodles before and being famished, Shawn began devouring them ferociously. Within thirty-five seconds, the CEO had emptied his plate and was now eyeing Mia’s portion.

Mia’s hand froze midair, chopsticks wrapped in noodles, and her mouth hung open, stunned by how quickly the man had finished the steaming hot food.

“Do you… want mine? I can prepare another one,” she offered, gently pushing her food toward Shawn.

He glanced at her, then at the food, and succumbing to his cravings, he instantly dug in.

Mia stood up, her heart nearly bursting with surprise, and headed straight to the kitchen. However, a few seconds later, Shawn emerged from the dining room and stood in the doorway of the kitchen.

“Prepare more for me too,” he commanded.

Mia was rendered speechless. She had only managed to take two bites of her food when Shawn finished his and she handed her portion over to him. And now he was asking for more.

That night, Mia ended up preparing twelve packs of instant noodles. It seemed that Shawn had developed quite the appetite for them.

For the umpteenth time, Shawn carried his bowl and drained the noodles. He placed the empty bowl back on the table and let out a satisfied belch. That was his ninth bowl of noodles that night, and although he still wasn’t completely satisfied, he decided to call it a night.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

Mia watched him with wide eyes, surprised to see the always reserved demigod acting so differently. As Shawn leaned back in his chair, Mia couldn’t help but ask, “Have you never had ramen before?”

Shawn remained silent for a moment before responding in a nasal tone, “No.”

Ah, it made sense now.

To be honest, Shawn was more shocked at himself than Mia was. The fact that he actually enjoyed the cheap, lousy instant noodles was amusing. Who would have thought?

Though his face remained as stern and inscrutable as ever, Mia sensed a slight relaxation in his demeanor. Seizing the opportunity, she decided to express her gratitude.

“Thank you for today,” she whispered.

Shawn remained silent, his expression still firm and indifferent.

“And, um, about the money… I promise I’ll repay you. I’ll make sure of it,” she added, wanting to ensure he didn’t misunderstand her intentions.

She already had a strained relationship with him, and she didn’t want him to think she was only interested in squandering his money.

Upon hearing her words, Shawn’s countenance changed, and the temperature in the room seemed to drop instantly. In the next second, he stood up abruptly.

Mia was momentarily taken aback, wondering if she had said something wrong. She was worried that she had ruined the mood somehow.

Without looking back, Shawn walked out of the dining room. However, just as he reached the doorway, he spoke again, his voice carrying an unexpected tone.

“The card is yours. Spend the money on it as you see fit.”