Love Mission: Ex-wife Strikes Back

"It seems to be that way." Fiona frowned, lost in thought. It seemed to be the case.

"So, what you need to do now is not blame yourself. Instead, try earning Eric's forgiveness. As long as he does not hate you, there is a chance that your marriage might work," Lilia said, looking at Fiona. "Think it over."

"But Auntie, even if he doesn't hate me, he won't like me. Even if we get married by any chance, he will—"

Lilia interrupted her. "Eric is my son. I know him very well.

As long as he marries you, he will love you wholeheartedly. I believe he'll get to love you after spending more time with you."

"But Auntie..." Fiona shook her head, still a little unsure.

"Fiona!" Lilia stopped her and looked Fiona in the eye. "Just answer this, do you want to marry him or not?"

"Yes, I do," Fiona answered

" Eric asked Fiona, confused.

"Nothing." Fiona brushed him away. "Eric, let's have dinner first.

Otherwise, the dishes are turning cold."

"Did you really make all of these?" Looking at the dishes on the table, Eric couldn't believe his eyes. He had never known that Fiona could cook.

"Yes." Fiona nodded. "I learnt cooking a long time ago. But I hadn't cooked in a long time. Otherwise, I would not have ended up injuring myself."

She raised her wounded hand helplessly.

Seeing Fiona like this, Eric couldn't help but laugh.

"I didn't know you could cook," Eric said, smiling.

"Taste it first." Seeing Eric's smile, Fiona was finally relieved. "I don't know how they taste."

Eric picked up a piece of sparerib and put it into his mouth. Fiona asked him uneasily, "How is it? Is it delicious?"