Billionaire Defiant Wife

Chapter 762: Everyone Witnessed It

The text read, "Put it on for me tonight."

Avery quickly looked up at Maeve. Since she was talking to the maid, Avery texted back one word, "No."

Evan sent another text, "Give it back after you wear it. Don't wash it."

Don't wash it!!!

Avery flipped the phone screen over. Out of sight, out of mind.

Evan really had no concept of shame. Avery wondered how Evan could ask her to take off the underpants and give it to him without washing?

Seeing Avery didn't respond, Evan tapped the blank phone screen with rhythm. Suddenly he turned to Maeve, saying, "Miss Black, when I asked you out to have dinner by the lake the other night, have I led you on?"

Avery was shockingly speechless. What did Evan mean? Was he trying to strangle Maeve's fantasy and make her see the truth?

How could he?

Maeve's fantasy was the only thing they could take advantage of.

As Avery was thinking, she unlocked her phone, sending Evan a message. It read, "What are you doing? Don't antagonize her."

Evan's message read, "What I want to do to her Is up to you."

Avery really wanted to throw off her phone and walk out of here after reading the text. She thought Evan crossed the line by threatening her with the safety of her daughter.

Avery bit her lips and didn't text Evan back. She saw Maeve coming back from talking to the maid, and her look changed slightly. Maeve said, "Why do you bring it up?"

Evan glanced over at Avery and her phone. He tapped on his phone screen with rhythm, saying, "I don't mean to lead you on."

Avery was speechless. Evan really said so?

Maeve was flattered, saying, "What do you mean?"

Evan smiled. As he was about to say something, he received a text from Avery. It only had one word, "Okay."

Evan smiled gloatingly. He has achieved his purpose.

Evan saw with the corner of his eye that Avery stared at her phone with a mad face. She didn't look like hearing what he had said to Maeve. But she actually swore him in his mind more than one time.

Evan did so because Avery gave up on him and made him please Maeve.

Evan said, "Nothing." He threw one word to end the topic.

Maeve said, "Oh, George, you bad man. You scare me. I thought you asked out because you were astounded by my beauty and unparalleled talent."

Avery was speechless again.

Evan, whose hand was tapping the phone screen, suddenly clenched. Avery could vaguely see the veins.

Maeve took Evan's silence as confirmation. She was thrilled.

At the time, Yuki came out of the kitchen, followed by maids who held trays. They served soup first and placed one bowl in front of everyone. The white soup had a strong flavor of mushrooms.

Avery took a deep breath. The scent went inside her nose and increased appetite.

Besides, Avery sweated a lot from before. She was hungry.

Avery took one spoon full of soup. As she was about to drink, her hand holding the spoon suddenly paused. She felt something different on her laps. Sliding on her lap underneath the silk robe was Evan's hand!

Avery took one look and frowned. Evan sat there seriously like nothing unusual was going on. Who could have known that he was stroking her lap?

Since the dining table was covered with a long piece of fabric, making it harder to see what was going on under it.

Avery pretended to take one sip and moved her hand under the table, pressing Evan's hand to stop him from moving about.

Pink hearts almost shot from Maeve's eyes while Evan was so daring. Did he find this exciting?

Ahem! Avery spit out the soup. Not just because Evan held her hand and she couldn't struggle free, but also the soup tasted funny.

Everyone looked at Avery since she coughed. She tried to withdraw her hand from Evan. But he just handed her over the napkin.

Maeve said, "George, you're such a gentleman." Then she gave the maid a look. The latter was about to replace Avery's soup. But Avery stopped the maid.

Avery said, "There's something wrong about the soup."

Evan let go of Avery, took the soup in front of her, and sniffed underneath his nose. He said, "What's wrong with it?"

It was the smell of mushroom soup. Evan couldn't tell what was wrong.

Yuki said, "What can be wrong with it? It's fresh." She, to confirm what had been said, took a large spoon and drank all.

Maeve bent over to smell her soup. She took one small spoon and drank it. She said, "Your Highness if you don't like mushroom soup, the chef could make you something else."

The second Maeve finished talking, and she had trouble swallowing the soup. She saw George taking a sip from Avery's bowl.

It was the same bowl that Avery coughed her soup in. So it had her spit.

Everyone witnessed it.

However, George didn't mind it. He took one sip and frowned, saying, "It tastes sour?"

Avery nodded. She tried to stop Evan from drinking it. But it was too late.

So Avery watched as Evan drank her spit.

Even Avery felt it was dirty. Evan was born to have the best life. The materials for every meal was the best of the best. It was always the freshest and cleanest. But Evan wasn't bothered at all. Avery couldn't help feeling warm in her heart. His tease suddenly seemed less awful. On the contrary, Avery thought it was quite sexy.

Maeve took another sip and shook her head. She said, "I don't taste bitter but creamy."

Evan took one spoon from the bottom of the bowel, and there were grains of meat.

But Evan couldn't tell what meat it was.

He took another spoon from his soup. The colors of the meat from two bowls were different.

Evan smashed the spoon on the table. He used such force that the silver spoon broke one of the dishes in two parts.

Evan roared, "Ask the chef to see me!"

Although it was Maeve's house, she was astounded by Evan's strong presence. But she calmed down soon and told the chef to come out.

After one minute, the chef was taken by the guards and pushed down on the floor.

Evan stared at Avery's soup and said, "What's this?"

The chef was a big man. He couldn't help shaking his fat being scolded. He answered, "It's a mushroom soup with beef."

"Beef?" Evan asked the guard to pass Avery's soup to him, "Taste it. See what meat it really is!"

The chef had to do what was told. He took one piece and put it in his mouth.

The chef was most of the most famous cooks in an ancient country. He has been cooking for dozens of years and could taste all kinds of materials.

The chef chewed it closely in his mouth. But his look changed soon. He said, "Miss Black, Mr. Lautner, I put beef in the soup. How come..."