Chapter 518 Learning to Act Spoiled

Chapter 518 Learning to Act Spoiled

The door was gently pushed open a crack.

Luann carefully peeked through it.

Huh?

Where is everyone?

Suddenly.

The door was forcefully pulled open from the inside.

Caught off guard, Luann stumbled forward a few steps, crashing straight into Myron's arms.

Her forehead landed squarely on his chest.

The pain made her gasp.

Luann quickly steadied herself, looked up, and suddenly found herself staring into his deep, dark eyes, which were empty and emotionless.

"Myron, I was just talking nonsense earlier. Actually, I think..."

"Do you really think my cooking is that bad?" Myron interrupted her.

"No... I..."

"Luann Weaver."

The sudden use of her full name made Luann's heart skip a beat.

Myron never used such a cold, emotionless tone; he must have been really hurt by her.

"Can't you just tell me the truth?"

Luann sighed helplessly, "There's room for improvement, but it's not that bad."

"Not that bad means it's pretty bad, right?" Myron was very particular.

"You're overinterpreting this." Luann bit her lip, smiling awkwardly, "I just wanted to encourage you so you can do better next time. Look, you used to burn even a simple egg, but now you can cook a perfect one!"

She thought this would encourage him.

But unexpectedly, Myron coldly asked, "So now you're starting to despise me, thinking I can't even handle something as simple as cooking, right?"

Luann was taken aback. How did it escalate to this?

"No, I don't despise you at all!"

"See, once you have something, you don't cherish it anymore." Myron said sadly, sitting on the couch, head down, looking like an innocent girl abandoned by a jerk.

Luann was dumbfounded.

No, this isn't how the script is supposed to go!

"Myron, I..."

"Don't say anything, I want to be alone." Myron interrupted her again, "Just leave."

Luann walked away, dejected, looking back every few steps.

Ten minutes later, netizens noticed that Luann, who almost only appeared in media reports, was actually active online!

"Urgent, urgent, urgent, my husband is angry, how do I make it up to him?"

Everyone swarmed in.

"Make it up? No, no, no, that's not a thing."

"Wow, even someone as beautiful, considerate, gentle, and understanding as Luann can make Myron angry?"

"Myron, be more magnanimous, don't hold it against our Luann."

"Try acting cute! It never fails!"

Acting cute.

Luann thought this might work.

After all, she rarely did that in front of Myron.

Maybe it could be useful.

So, Luann immediately looked up tutorials on acting cute.

The tutorial said not to act cute rashly; you should practice in front of a mirror first. Otherwise, someone who doesn't know how to act cute suddenly doing so can be quite terrifying.

Conveniently, there was a full-length mirror in the living room, perfect for practice.

"Twist your waist, sway your body, and soften your tone."

Luann had full faith in the tutorial.

She looked at herself in the mirror, slowly swaying her body and twisting her waist, using the most coquettish voice she could muster, "Honey~ please forgive me~ I didn't mean to say that..."

Luann suddenly felt a bit nauseous.

She fought the urge to vomit, patting her chest to push down the rising stomach acid.

Acting cute really isn't for everyone!

Luann had seen many TV dramas where the female lead acted cute to the male lead, and it was so delightful that even she, as a girl, felt her heart melt.

But when it came to her, it could only be described as overly affected!

"No, no, I need more practice."

So, Luann repeated it in front of the mirror over and over.

Her mouth was dry by the time she finally paused to get some water from the coffee table.

But when she turned around, she saw Myron standing at the staircase, looking at her with a very complicated expression.

Luann was shocked.

"When did you get here?"

Myron replied, "Thirteen times ago."

Luann felt like she was nailed to the spot, unable to move for a long time.

It was only after Myron left that she collapsed back onto the couch, opening the comments section.

This method wasn't going to work; she needed another plan!

"It's simple, go back to the room, close the door, draw the curtains, take a bath, change clothes, light some incense, scatter rose petals on the bed, and if one round of lovemaking doesn't work, go for a second."

"Wait, why does this answer seem so familiar!"

"Yeah, didn't Myron ask a similar question once?"

Luann silently crossed out this plan.

No way, no way.

"Just apologize directly, 'Honey, I was wrong,' isn't that enough?"

Luann shook her head firmly on her side of the phone.

Although her words were a bit harsh and her tone a bit mean at the time.

But she was telling the truth.

Since it was the truth, it meant she wasn't wrong.

Since she wasn't wrong, why should she apologize?

Luann felt her logic was sound.

"I have experience with this. First, try to make it up to him. He definitely won't accept it at first. Then, get angry over something small. That way, he won't dare to stay mad, or else the cold war could go on forever. But this method is a bit risky, so you have to be subtle and not let him notice."

Luann thought this was a great idea.

She immediately took a carton of milk from the fridge and heated it in the microwave.

Then she brought it to Myron.

Just as the commenter had predicted, Myron completely ignored her.

"Myron, just have a little bit."

Luann moved the cup closer.

Myron leaned back.

"Just one sip, okay? Give me some face."

The small seat was tightly packed with the two of them.

Luann saw her chance and gave the cup a little shake.

She planned to drop the cup, pretend to be scalded, and then get angry, furiously questioning him.

—"What are you doing! If you don't want to drink it, fine! Do you have to get so mad at me? Fine, I won't heat milk for you ever again!"

—"Honey, don't be mad. Did you get burned? Let me blow on it for you."

Luann had even imagined the scene and the lines.

To avoid actually getting burned, she had made sure the milk was just warm.

Just as Luann was about to execute her plan, Myron reached out, firmly grabbing the cup, not spilling a drop of milk.

"What are you..."

The lines Luann had prepared got stuck in her throat, unable to come out.

Can someone tell her why Myron wasn't following the script?