After a bit of a fuss, July Quinn got her wish and had Kyle Keaton take her home.
Yet this so-called home was far from the Jacobs Family manor that July Quinn had dreamed day and night about.
Looking at the simply furnished two-bedroom apartment, July Quinn felt a bit disoriented.
"What’s the matter? Shocked to find I’m not as rich as you imagined?"
Kyle Keaton sneered at her as he saw her look of utter disbelief.
July Quinn snapped back to reality and shook her head vigorously.
"No, absolutely not. I’m not some gold digger who only loves you for your money."
Her affection was purely for his identity as Nathan Jacobs’ uncle; it had nothing to do with money.
As for the two-bedroom apartment, it must have been specifically chosen among many properties by the uncle to test her.
"No is the best answer, but if you do have other intentions, be ready to pack your bags."
July Quinn nodded eagerly, "I understand."
Her position as an aunt could still be easily replaced; she could be dismissed at any time.
Therefore, it’s essential to master the husband-controlling technique.
While the man was in the shower, July Quinn opened Baidu.
She found the cheat sheet for the husband-controlling technique: to win a man’s heart, you must first win his stomach.
So she set to work and headed straight into the kitchen...
About ten minutes later, Kyle Keaton came rushing out of the bathroom in a black bathrobe, water droplets on his face and chest, not even bothering to tie the robe properly.
Because the smoke alarm in the kitchen suddenly went off.
When Kyle Keaton arrived, he saw the kitchen filled with white smoke, a mess of pots and pans everywhere, and July Quinn standing bewildered by the microwave, with soot on her cheeks.
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Although Kyle Keaton’s voice was cold, it instantly snapped July Quinn back to her senses.
As soon as she saw Kyle Keaton, July Quinn rushed into his arms.
She had just turned twenty, and the unexpected explosion really scared her.
But because she suddenly dove into his embrace, Kyle Keaton instantly tensed up.
After all, he was in the prime of his life, and coupled with his robe being undone, July Quinn’s presence hit right against his chest.
Moreover, she had no artificial perfume scent on her, just a pure, youthful scent that made him oddly aware of his bodily reactions.
He hurriedly pushed July Quinn away, looking untainted and untouchable.
"What happened, exactly? Speak clearly and keep your hands to yourself."
This woman clearly had other motives in approaching him, and he was just playing along. He couldn’t afford to fall for her tactics!
Being pushed away, July Quinn quickly complained, "Your microwave is so fierce; it exploded the moment I touched it."
Kyle Keaton felt the veins on his forehead throbbing, convinced that their marriage deal was a losing one.
But since he had already brought her home, he might as well make use of the situation.
Suppressing the urge to send July Quinn back to her mother’s womb, Kyle Keaton stepped forward to check the kitchen and found that the wiring was fine.
"You must have put something in there that shouldn’t go in the microwave; that’s why it exploded."
July Quinn felt embarrassed, "I just wanted to make you a nice meal, hubby."
Grasp his stomach, grasp his heart.
Both hands needed a firm grip to maintain her position as an aunt.
"Thanks, but no thanks!" Kyle Keaton chuckled derisively and decreed, "If you want to stay here, stay out of the kitchen."
She had barely moved in and already blew up the kitchen; who knew if she might turn him to ashes tomorrow!
Her husband-controlling cheat sheet, busted!