Way Back Into Love novel Chapter 816

In the evening, they played bowling for a while and then went back to their rooms. Eva and Vinton lived in separate rooms, but Jim found that Vinton hadn't come out for a long time after entering the room of Eva.

His room was next to Eva's. If Vinton came out, he could hear the door open.

He looked at his watch. An hour had passed.

An hour was enough for him to finish what he wanted to do.

It was impossible for her to stick to her defense until her wedding night. She and Vinton might have done everything a couple should do.

Of course, it had nothing to do with him. He was not in the mood to care about others' affairs. He was just very upset, inexplicably irritable.

He went to the bathroom to take a shower. When he came out, he heard the sound of door opening next door. He ran to the door and opened it.

When Eva and Vinton were talking and laughing outside, he suddenly appeared and startled them.

Jim didn't get rid of the annoyance on his handsome face, but frowned. Seeing that, Eva thought he had a conflict with Janice, so she asked, "Where is Janice?"

"In her own room," Jim replied indifferently, looking around her subconsciously.

She was disheveled!

He came to a conclusion of these words.

They were a couple. It was normal even if they did it. Yet they deliberately booked two rooms. Did they try to prove their innocence?

"Did you have a fight?" Eva asked again.

"It's none of your business," Jim said gloomily, turned around and walked outside. Now he urgently needed a glass of whisky.

It seemed that they really had a fight. Eva sighed, guessing that it was because of Mrs. Kerry.

She went downstairs with Vinton. They had played Parkour for more than an hour, and she won because of Vinton's modesty.

Now the loser had to make the midnight snack for the winner.

Vinton had never done housework since he was a child. In order to pursue a foodie's wife, he specially learned a skill, making ham fried egg sandwiches.

It was simple, delicious and easy to learn!

Jim went to the bar counter and poured a glass of whiskey. When he was about to drink it, Janice came over and said, "Jim, I thought you were in the room."

"It's still early. Come down and have a drink." Jim shrugged.

Janice sat next to him and held his arm. "Jim, I'm a little hungry. I want to eat the Spaghetti Bolognaise made by you. When I was in America, I missed it every day. Can you cook it for me?"

"Okay." Jim nodded without hesitation, put the glass on the bar counter, stood up and walked to the kitchen.

Eva was sitting not far away. Her ears were good at capturing words related to eating. Her eyes lit up as soon as she heard the words 'Spaghetti Bolognaise'. Jim was the God of chefs. The Spaghetti Bolognaise he made was so delicious that she couldn't help but drool at the thought of it.

Subconsciously, she licked her tongue and looked at the tall and strong back of Jim. She knew very well that it was impossible for her to have Spaghetti Bolognaise made by Jim today. No, not only today, but also for her whole life.

Now that Janice was back, he might not even need her to eat with him.

Maybe he would be so happy that he could write off all the favor she had owed.

It was really an exciting thing.

However, she was not as happy as she thought.

Although she was unwilling to admit it, the dining table of Jim was indeed very attractive. Apart from his cooking skills, the chefs he chose were all very good, and the food he cooked was extremely delicious.

As a top-grade foodie, as long as her stomach was satisfied, she didn't care to bear humiliation.

When Jim and Vinton were busy in the kitchen, Essie came in.

She had just finished the battle with Zac and was hungry. She came down to replenish her energy.

Seeing the two handsome men inside, Essie turned to look at the man waiting at the door and said, "Icy guy, don't you think it would be a more harmonious scene for you to go inside and I'm waiting outside at this moment?"

With an evil smile, Zac came in and held her slender waist with his strong arm. His thin lips were close to her ear, and he whispered softly, "Honey, you satisfy me in the kitchen. I'll satisfy you later in the room."

"You are not serious." In a coquettish manner, Essie elbowed him gently.

Seeing this, Vinton smiled weirdly, "We two are still in love bubbles. You two have a lot of children. Why are you still so sweet?"

"We are in love bubble every day." With an evil and attractive smile, Zac kissed on the cheek of Essie.

Hearing this, Eva was very happy. It was an opportunity that could not be missed. She said in a hurry, "It's a pity to pour it down. Let me help you eat it." After saying that, without waiting for his response, she reached out and grabbed the plate.

At this time, the other hand grabbed the plate.

"I'm hungry. Let me eat it," Janet said deliberately. She didn't want Eva to eat the noodles made by Jim. Her strength was so great that when the plate was about to be taken away by her, Eva's fingers subconsciously tightened.

The two of them were secretly exerting themselves to prevent the plate from being taken away by each other.

At that moment, Essie and Zac happened to walk to the door of the restaurant and saw what was happening.

"Zac, are they fighting for noodles?" With her eyes wide open, Essie was a little frightened.

"Interesting. Let's stand aside." With a slight smile on his thin lips, Zac held her in his arms and sat far away from them. He watched the drama while eating love midnight snack with her.

Eva and Janet didn't let go of each other and confronted each other.

Jim's black eyes narrowed and looked at them in silence.

Seeing that pepper was working so hard for his pasta, he had an indescribable joy in his heart. But this happiness only lasted for an instant and disappeared, because she grabbed only his noodle, not him himself. In her heart, his noodles seemed to be much more important than him.

She also said that men could only think with their lower bodies, and she, a foodie, didn't think with her brain. No wonder she was brainless, because her brain didn't work at all.

While he was angry, Janice's voice came faintly, "Eva, haven't you eaten enough?"

As if being stabbed by a needle, Eva suddenly loosened her grip. Realizing that she was out of control, she quickly lowered her head and ate sandwiches to relieve her embarrassment.

"Honey, if you are not full, I'll make another one for you." Vinton caressed her head lovingly.

"I'm full. My hands were too greasy to stick to the plate just now." She smiled awkwardly.

"Really? Sister, I thought you were going to fight with me, a pregnant woman, for the noodles," Janet sneered, with a triumphant look in her eyes.

Eva didn't say anything. Seeing that she ate up the noodles bit by bit, her heart kept bleeding. It was time for her to say goodbye with Jim's delicious Spaghetti Bolognaise.

After eating the last sandwich, she stood up and said, "Vinton, I'm full. I'm going back to sleep." Then she walked out of the restaurant with her head down, making no secret of the sadness, depression and disappointment on her face.

Janice didn't care about her at all. She looked at Jim and said, "Jim, I'm full. Let's go upstairs together." She had the most important thing to do.