Chapter 532

“Why did you start eating on your own? What about mine?”

“It’s gone. I ate it all. I tried to wake you, but you wouldn’t budge.”

Tyler had tolerated the slap from Rachel. There was no point bringing it up. What was he supposed to do, slap her back?

Rachel’s appetite had completely kicked in by now. “Did you finish my food? What am I supposed to eat?”

“Eat me.”

Tyler put down his chopsticks. With a completely serious face, he started unbuttoning his shirt, revealing his toned chest. He even asked her with a straight face, “So, where do you want to start?”

Rachel shot him a look and cursed under her breath, “You’re insane.”

Tyler intentionally tugged his collar open a little more, showing off even more skin. “Sure you don’t want any?”

Rachel rolled her eyes at him again. “I’m sure.”

“What a shame,” Tyler said, buttoning his shirt back up with a regretful look.

Rachel tossed off the covers. She was ready to get out of bed and find some food herself. She didn’t believe Wanda wouldn’t have saved her a portion.

Just as she was about to get up, Tyler pushed her back down.

“Lie down. I’ll bring it up to you.”

Rachel’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Why am I getting this kind of VIP treatment? You’re not planning to poison me or something, are you?”

Tyler gave her a look and touched her forehead. “You don’t have a fever. Why are you talking crazy?”

Rachel slapped his hand away.

Tyler finally toned it down a bit. “Stay put. This is the first time I’ve personally served anyone food. You better appreciate it.”

Rachel stared at him, wanting nothing more than to throw her shoe at his smug face. She had seen shameless people before, but no one came close to Tyler’s level.

As she drank some soup, a wave of satisfaction washed over her. She couldn’t help but sigh.

“Wanda’s cooking is just incredible!”

Then, a thought struck her.

“Why don’t you fork out some money and open a restaurant for her? I really think her cooking is as good as any top chef’s.”

Tyler brought her some pasta. “If Wanda opens a restaurant, who’s going to feed you?”

Rachel pouted. “Thank goodness I’m not your kid. If I grew up under your kind of controlling parenting, I’d probably end up with zero ambition.”

Tyler tapped her lightly on the head. “You are kind of like a kid. Hmm, actually, you’re more like a giant baby.”

Rachel nearly choked on her pasta from frustration.

She decided it was best to just eat in silence. Talking to Tyler for too long made her feel like she had lost ten years off her life.

While she focused on her food, Tyler replied to some work messages and said casually, “There’s something I need to tell you. You should mentally prepare yourself.”

“Go ahead.”

“When you come home with me tomorrow, it might not go very smoothly. I don’t need you to suck it up for anyone. Just be yourself, okay?”

His tone was unusually serious, and it made Rachel feel like tomorrow’s visit was going to be some kind of battlefield. She didn’t know much about Tyler’s family situation, but judging by how many times he had brought it up, it was clearly complicated.

“Can you at least give me a rough idea of what your family’s like, so I’m not totally caught off guard?”