Married to a Secret Billionaire (Stella Taylor) novel Chapter 119

Chapter 119 Shady Establishment 

Jericho chuckled, looking innocent. 

"Isn't this a coffee shop? What else can I do here?" 

Noah carefully observed him, not missing even the slightest expression on his face. 

Jericho didn't come with the same aggressiveness as last time, but it was still difficult to conclude whether he had good or ill intentions. 

Noah turned around and held Stella's shoulders, whispering for her to go home first while he handled things here. 

Stella was a bit worried, but seeing his insistence, she reluctantly walked away. Once Stella was far enough, Noah looked at Jericho with a smile that was not quite a smile. 

"Afternoon tea set? I'll prepare it for you!" 

"Are you capable?" 

"Why not? I'm the owner here." 

Noah returned to the bar counter. Although his movements were skillful, the clattering of pots and pans made quite a noise. Jericho couldn't help but wonder if he really needed to make such a commotion, or if he was using it to drive him away. 

After a while, a delicate arrangement was placed in front of him. 

It consisted of a beautiful red velvet cake, a cup of fragrant hot latte, and a small purple iris flower as decoration on the tray. 

Jericho pinched the flower between his fingers and chuckled. "You couldn't have come up with such delicate arrangements yourself." 

"That's right." Noah wiped his hands and said calmly, "My wife is the one in charge here. I learned from her." 

Jericho took a bite of the cake and frowned slightly. 

"Is this cake today's leftover?" 

"Of course not," Noah scoffed, "it's from the day before yesterday." 

Jericho looked at him and forced a smile. "It's okay. I'll taste the cake made by the proprietress." 

"Oh, you misunderstood." Noah continued expressionlessly, "This is not made by my wife." 

"You..." 

"Two days ago, a customer wanted a red velvet cake, but Stella hadn't learned how to make it yet, so I bought two pieces from the bakery next door." 

Noah's gaze was cold, and a faint smirk was playing at his lips. "I didn't expect this cake to still be good after two days." 

Jericho held the fork with a dark expression, not sure if he should go on to have another bite. 

"You won't have a chance to try anything cooked by my wife. But you can try the preservatives." 

"Hmph!" Jericho straightened up and looked at him with mixed emotions in his eyes. 

"You can't bear to let me taste the dessert made by your wife?" 

"It's not that I can't bear it," Noah enunciated. "You're just unworthy." 

Jericho's face darkened, and he threw the cutlery onto the plate with a clang. 

He was not worthy. Very well! 

This guy probably didn't know that he could take his life right there and then. 

Jericho took a deep breath, suddenly finding it both funny and annoying. 

He glanced at the person in front of him, his mouth curled up as he asked in a low voice, "What are you planning to do with the leftovers today? You're not actually planning to eat them all, are you?" 

Noah glanced at him and said, "None of your business." 

"I'm just reminding you." Jericho stood up, placed a hand on his shoulder, and pressed down heavily. "Eating sweets does indeed bring joy, but eating too many of them is bad for your teeth." 

"And how can a fierce beast conquer the world without its sharp fangs?" 

Noah suddenly lifted his eyes, and the meaningful look in Jericho's eyes made him wonder. 

"Heh, conquer the world?" After a moment of silence, Noah laughed coldly. "I don't need to conquer the world. Just spending my life with my wife is enough." 

"Is that so?" 

"Mr. Hart, cold coffee is not enjoyable. Let me make you another cup for free." 

Jericho smiled meaningfully and said no more.