Trial Marriage Husband : I Am CEO's Plaything

Again and again, Lisa's heart felt warm upon hearing the worried tone that escaped Oscar's lips. If the man wasn't tired and flamed by anger, Lisa might have teased Oscar even more, like mocking the guy for watching too many detective movies, and so on.

But now, seeing Oscar's dark and thick eye bags, Lisa stopped herself.

"Yeah, yeah, I know. Thanks for worrying about me." Lisa replied warmly. The woman then turned around and walked away from Oscar, "You wait here a moment."

Oscar frowned, "Where are you going?"

"Feed the fussy wolf! It's a pity that he said he didn't eat because of me." Lisa replied without looking up.

Oscar walked after Lisa from behind while chuckling crisply. The sound of his heavy laughter filled the dim and silent room. It didn't take long for Oscar to turn on the lights in the dining room.

Perhaps since Lisa already knows where all the food ingredients were in the luxurious and spacious kitchen, she doesn't have to look around for the instant noodles.

"For God's sake, you want to make me some more instant noodles? Don't you know how to cook other dishes besides instant noodles?" Oscar teased.

Lisa gave him a sharp look, "See what I told you. This wolf is chatty! Should be glad someone is willing to cook for him at midnight, but no, he's still fussy!"

"Fussy huh? It's only normal that this wolf is fussy." Oscar grumbled again in a seductive tone. The man supported his jaw with his fist and looked at the back of Lisa's body who was busy walking left and right, "Don't forget to make eggs, okay?"

"A lot of it!"

Oscar laughed again then decided to let Lisa cook in silence. He watched Lisa, who was still wearing a white shirt and black pantsuit, busy breaking the egg shells. Her long hair was tied in a ponytail, showing her smooth neckline.

It wasn't long before the smell of chicken broth wafted through the spacious kitchen, making Oscar's stomach growl even more. The man will never grow tired of inhaling the smell of Lisa's instant noodles. 

About ten minutes later, Lisa turned off the stove and poured the instant noodles into a bowl. She then put the pot she used on the sink, turned on the water, and let the pot soak in cold water. 

"Here, your food is ready." Lisa said as she turned around and brought the bowl in front of Oscar.

Hearing that made the man immediately turn off his cell phone's screen and place it on the dining table. He inhaled the chicken broth deeply so that his chest cavity was filled with the delicious aroma. 

Oscar is already familiar with five-star food and the dishes of famous chefs whom he visited directly to their home country. Name any chef you know, Oscar must have known them and at least tasted one of their dishes.

Still, Lisa's instant noodles can beat all the fancy food Oscar has ever tasted. Five star restaurant cuisine? Not even an inch close!

"Thank you for the food!" Oscar said quickly as he took the fork that Lisa had prepared.

As he usually did, the man took a sip of the soup before devouring the instant noodles. Even though Lisa always makes instant noodles flavored with chicken broth, Oscar will never get tired or bored with the taste of the instant noodles!

It's a different story if Mrs. Rusminah or someone else makes instant noodles with chicken broth flavor. Maybe he wouldn't touch the food at all.

Lisa took 10 minutes to cook instant noodles and fried eggs, but Oscar only took less than 5 minutes to finish it all.

There was a feeling of pride and relief because Oscar devoured her food heartily, though it's just instant noodles and eggs. Seeing Oscar eat voraciously automatically made Lisa's stomach tremble slightly.

"Geez, so greedy, huh?" Lisa teased after she saw that the instant noodle bowl was clean.

Oscar cleared his throat, "I'm only greedy when you cook me. Whether it's instant noodles or other food."

Hearing that made Lisa's heart feel warm and melt. She is afraid that if she listens to Oscar's sweet words for too long, her body can't react because all her organs have melted and can't be used anymore.

Lisa shook her head then took the bowl and brought it to the sink. She had heard the scraping of the dining table chairs, and thought that maybe Oscar would leave and go to sleep.

But when she finished washing all the cooking utensils she used earlier, she didn't expect to see Oscar still relaxing in the living room. In front of the man, the TV screen was still on and the talk show was still playing at a low volume.

"Why are you still here?"

Oscar looked briefly and then turned off the TV screen. The man then stood up from the sofa and walked over to Lisa, "I'm waiting for you so we can go together."

"Man, this is your own house, why do you have to wait for me?" Lisa replied while rolling her eyes but the woman's lips lifted up, "Don't tell me you've forgotten where your room is?"

She then walked past Oscar and up the stairs. But before her bare feet stepped on the fourth step, she felt her wrists being pulled back hard.

Then in the next second, Lisa's face crashed into Oscar's chest which emitted the masculine fragrance.

"Oscar! Do you want me to fall down the stairs!?" Lisa grumbled while pushing the man's chest away.

But the hug on Lisa's waist didn't loosen at all. The man's face was warm, as if filled with love. Oscar's clear blue eyes couldn't stop looking at Lisa's soft lips.

"This jerk I swear—"

Before Lisa could finish her words, she felt Oscar's sensual lips gently touch hers. Oscar slightly tightened his arms around her waist, pushed her body, and leaned her back against the ladder.

Their lips met in a heated kiss, and Oscar's hands couldn't stop exploring Lisa's tiny body. He had been dreaming of this for a few weeks. And now, seeing that he was no longer dreaming, Oscar felt like he could fly!

"Oscar…" Lisa sighed as she wrapped her arms around Oscar's neck. "We're not going to be apart again, are we?"