?Chapter 189:


    Norton’s gaze lingered on the seafood, his expression bordering on disdain. “Seafood thiste in the day probably isn’t fresh. I prefer it when it’s flown in early in the morning,” he remarked.


    Yvonne was momentarily speechless. “What a picky man,” she muttered under her breath.


    Without missing a beat, Norton turned left, steering the cart toward the meat section. Yvonne, her patience wearing thin, quickly pointed at the assortment of meats. “These aren’t fresh either,” she said with a hint of sarcasm. “The best cuts are usually sold in the morning.”


    She shed him a knowing smile, hoping to drive the point home. “Look, these pieces only appear appealing because of the lights. We should avoid buying them.”


    Her suggestion wasn’t so much an attempt at logic as a thinly veiled plea to stick with something simpler. Vegetables, she knew, were far easier to work with. Quick to prepare and clean, they could be ready in minutes, offering minimal fuss. She was hoping they could avoid the hassle of an borate meal.


    Norton raised an eyebrow, his expression darkening with displeasure. “Are you nning to starve me?”


    Yvonne quickly rushed to defend herself, her tone almost apologetic. “No, of course not! I just think vegetables would be a great choice. It’s gettingte, and heavy meals can be hard on digestion. Plus, vegetables are healthy and light, great for weight management.”


    But Norton’s expression shifted from surprise to something colder, sharper. His eyes narrowed, a silent warning flickering in them. “Are you calling me fat?”


    Yvonne quickly stammered, her words tumbling over each other. “No, not at all! You’ve got six-pack abs; you’re fit and strong. I’m sure a lot of guys look up to your physique. Honestly, you’re in better shape than most… you’re the best.” Her smile felt more like a nervous twitch than genuine enthusiasm.


    Norton’s lips twisted into a slight sneer, clearly unimpressed. “Yvonne, you really are a master at sucking up, aren’t you?”


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    Yvonne mped her mouth shut, deciding silence was the better option. She wouldn’t waste her breath if he didn’t want to hear it.


    Despite Yvonne’s best efforts to steer Norton toward something lighter, he seemed determined to have beef for dinner. She sighed inwardly, realizing the conversation was already lost.


    Her eyes darted around the section, her mind working quickly to find a solution. Finally, she spotted some braised beef nearby. “Sir, could I get two pounds of braised beef, please?” she asked the attendant.


    Norton’s response was immediate and without hesitation. “I don’t eat that.”


    Yvonne’s shoulders slumped slightly, but she quickly recovered. “Well then, let’s go for some steaks. I can cook them for you tonight.”


    “Do you honestly expect me to eat frozen steaks?” Norton’s eyebrow arched, his irritation palpable. “I want fresh beef prepared by you tonight.”


    Reluctantly, Yvonne selected some fresh beef, though the idea of cooking it filled her with dread. She had never attempted it before, and the pressure gnawed at her. Her distraction was evident as they walked to the checkout, her thoughts far away.


    At the counter, she was so lost in her worries that she identally knocked into something, sending a few items ttering to the floor. “Sorry, let me help with that,” she said quickly, bending down to retrieve the fallen goods.


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